Quotes About Flowers

'American Horror' goes for a very specific kind of Seventies suburban downer ambience - 'Flowers in the Attic' paperbacks, Black Sabbath album covers and late-night flicks like 'Let's Scare Jessica to Death.' It even has 'Go Ask Alice'-era urban legends.

She was more of a marble statue under a cascade of moonlight, smelling like flowers and ivy—the glory of a weeping graveyard angel.

After the services, the many flower offerings sent in Cody's memory were taken to the headquarters of the Denver Flower Girls Association, where they were dismantled, so that each of the several thousand children in the grade schools of Denver could be given a souvenir flower.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

I love to smell flowers in the dark, she said. You get hold of their soul then.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joys of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!

Surely the flowers of a hundred spring are simply the souls of beautiful things!

Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are simply the souls of beautiful things!

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty, Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty. -WHITTIER

Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.

You talk in the language of the violets.

up over a wooded hill beyond, where perpetual twilight reigned under the straight, thick-growing firs and spruces; the only flowers there were myriads of delicate "June bells," those shyest and sweetest of woodland blooms, and a few pale, aerial starflowers, like the spirits of last year's blossoms. Gossamers glimmered like threads of silver among the trees and the fir boughs and tassels seemed to utter friendly speech.

Akl?mdan sürekli yaÄŸmurun her ÅŸeye ne kadar iyi geleceÄŸini, bahçemin ona ne kadar ihtiyac? olduÄŸunu geçirip durdum ve yaÄŸmur damlalar? düÅŸmeye baÅŸlad???nda çiçeklerle tomurcuklar?n neler düÅŸünmüÅŸ olabileceÄŸini merak ettim.

Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!

Gather ye roses while ye may

She could feel herself pressing the details into memory, saving them like dried flowers kept in a spinster's chest, relics of a past that might have been, of a future that never was.

Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us.

There's a word in Japanese for being sad in the springtime - a whole word for just being sad - about how pretty the flowers are and how soon they're going to die.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing and the flowers smile - Whose then, after all, is the Spring?

Dans cet océan blanc, où la vie Se recueille; et bientôt l'horizon Se couvrira de fleurs ... Chère maison amie Qui nous protège tous de la froide saison!

Nothing...They're from nothing,' he said. 'They came in the book...I found the book and inside were these flowers...They were in the book when I bought it... I bought it used...Because they meant something. 'To someone else.' 'To someone.