Flowers Quotes
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A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
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Just as one can make a lot of garlands from a heap of flowers, so man, subject to birth and death as he is, should make himself a lot of good karma.
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The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows.
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I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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In that moment, I could not write anything about flowers because I myself had turned into a flower, I myself had a stem and a lymph.
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We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
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Is love the sweetness of flowers?
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they needed constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do.
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Birds sing in vain to the ear, flowers bloom in vain to the eye, of mortified vanity and galled ambition. He who would know repose in retirement must carry into retirement his destiny, integral and serene, as the Caesars transported the statue of Fortune into the chamber they chose for their sleep.
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Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.
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Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.
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He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.
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Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
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People are flowers. Music is water. Musicians are the hose.
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So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces.
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A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
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People think I am dead because they haven’t seen me around for awhile. I’m not dead, I’m very much alive, as you can see. Although, there are two things I do before I get up every morning. I look around and if I don’t smell flowers or see candles flickering I go ahead and get up.
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Petunias are as hopelessly impractical as a chiffon ball dress.
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God knows I've done enough crap in my life to grow a few flowers.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
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I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else.
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Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.
