Quotes About Flowers

it seemed to me exceedingly peculiar that a man should love flowers as well as opium - and yet I see now that there is no contradiction in this, for are they not perhaps both a means to a kind of intoxication ? Could it not even be said that one might lead inevitably to the other ?

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

Wild animals passed on their way under the leaves; each track was an arterial road; and when I stooped and looked at the earth close to, I saw, from leaf to leaf and flower to flower, a moving host of insects.

In the suburbs of Delaware, spring meant not young love and damp flowers but an ugly divorce from winter and a second marriage to buxom summer.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades, and scented with flowers.

AMENTACEOUS  (AMENTA'CEOUS)   adj.[amentatus, Lat.]Hanging as by a thread. The pine tree hath amentaceous flowers or katkins.Miller.   

She blamed the lack of real flowers on both weather and the war, and instead put four or five pieces of coal in glass bowls, added water, salt, and ammonia, before finally pouring a mixture of violet and blue ink over them. It was a complete mystery to me how this alchemy would result in anything resembling flowers, but they were "blooming" within the hour.

It was strange letting her body do such things, while her mind hovered outside somewhere, just on the outside of her skull. Strange for things to be fuzzy, always out of reach, whether doorknobs or flowers or her own baby. She was no longer intact or in control.

Did I say that the world had never had better color? I left something out of account, a limping, crippled consideration which seems to lose ground as you reach beauty and Orizaba flowers, but soon you find it has preceded you.

I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat. And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes.

On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold, My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.

Astfel se deschide mugurul iubirii în întreaga sa frumuse?e ?i modestie. Mi se p?rea c? o prim?var? întreag? ?i-ar fi scuturat deodat? florile peste mine.

You go forth with joy to gather flowers for your queen in winter, and grieve when you can find none, and cannot understand why they do not grow.

Every tree, every bush, is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it.

Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.

Keep those people close who support your efforts and do not try to sabotage you. Ask family and friends to stop giving you boxes of candy and cakes as gifts. Instead suggest flowers, a card, or a fruit basket. Tell your mother that if she really loves you she'll feed you properly, forgoing her traditional beef stroganoff.

But now the mystic night has passed; the cock has crowed, the goat's abroad. Black things of night, the bat, the bug, have flown away; the flowers have opened their cups to catch the sun.

When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.

I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the grave, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers - as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero.

Before a journey, never comes a destination Before action, never exists a reaction Before the question, never happens the answer Before the attack, never occurs retaliation Before distinctions, never arises hatred Before the examination, never appears a result Before flowers, never fragrances, fragrance