Quotes About Floral

I have a big passion for flowers and nature.

The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.

The earth laughs in flowers. Ralph Waldo Emerson

los pétalos de la flor del cactus se cosechan, secan y posteriormente se venden sueltos o en bolsitas de té, cápsulas o extracto líquido.

mixture of gardenia and something earthy like tea leaves—and

A scent of jasmine and a rasp of sand.

The city is a place where nature is excised and then mourned, killed off then raised from the dead, only to be entombed in caged-off spaces of floral tribute.

The air was thick, wet, steamy and larded with the cloying smell of tropical orchids in bloom.

could smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks

Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!

The orchid is Mother Nature's masterpiece.

Earth laughs in flowers.

Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.

The warmth of my love will transform winter into spring and adorn you with floral blooms of my heart.

Flowers are the smiles of earth inviting you to enjoy the beauty of love.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

The pond-lily is a star and easily takes the first place among lilies; and the expeditions to her haunts, and the gathering her where she rocks upon the dark, secluded waters of some pool or lakelet, are the crown and summit of the floral expeditions of summer.

I like a bohemian floral dress, but then I'll throw on a leather jacket or a pair of lace-up boots to give it an edge. My mom is always trying to get me to wear really sweet clothes. Something pink. But that's not really my look.

The Flower that smells the sweetest is Shy and Lowly.

Tis so beautiful—flowers every day of the year. You can always smell them in the air, even out to sea.

All night have the roses heardThe flute, violin, bassoon;All night has the casement jessamine stirr'dTo the dancers dancing in tune;Till a silence fell with the waking bird,And a hush with the setting moon.

The roses bloomed, thousands of them in a floral amphitheater, blossoms shading from gold and coral at the top of the garden to scarlet and deep pink on tiers below. At the bottom, in the center of the rosy congregation, the palest apricots and ivories perfumed the air.

To wear a floral shirt is an experience.