Quotes About Flowers

And as for me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my bok and my devocioun!

I like flowers, I also like children, but I do not chop their heads off and keep them in bowls of water around the house.

Pasteboard pies and paper flowers are being banished from the stage by the growth of that power of accurate observation which is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it....

I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else.

I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else. I wish you'd left me where you found me.

I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now youve made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else. I wish youd left me where you found me.

There, now, father, you won't work in it till it's all easy, said Eppie, and you and me can mark out the beds, and make holes and plant the roots. It'll be a deal livelier at the Stone-pits when we've got some flowers, for I always think the flowers can see us and know what we're talking about. And I'll have a bit o' rosemary, and bergamot, and thyme, because they're so sweet-smelling; but there's no lavender only in the gentlefolks' gardens, I think.

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long?

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

It did not seem to matter whether I was present or not. After a time I became resentful, feeling that the flowers mocked me, blooming in defiance of my listless misery.

La casa de los Iniciados gnósticos debe estar llena de belleza. Las flores que embalsaman el aire con su aroma, las bellas esculturas, el orden perfecto y el aseo hacen de

To me it seems that youth is like spring, an overpraised season-- delightful if it happen to be a favoured one, but in practice very rarely favoured and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;Friendship is a sheltering tree.

Emma fussed with the cinnamon-rose starts she had planted all over the backyard. She was as tender with the roses as if they were her children, and every hour or two she watered them.

I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles, which are expensive.

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

bind your hair with lovely crowns, tying stems of anise together in your soft hands. For the blesses Graces prefer to look on one who wears flowers and turn away from those without a crown.

Kritan women once danced supplely around a beautiful altar with light feet, crushing the soft flowers of grass.

My mother used to say in her youth it was a great ornament to wear a purple ribbon looped in her hair. But a girl with hair yellower than torch flame need wear just a wreath of blooming flowers, or lately maybe a colorful headband from Sardis or some Ionian city

Rebuff other ways as quickly as you can and you, Dika, with your soft hands take stems of lovely anise and loop them in your locks. The blessed Graces love to gaze at one in flowers but turn their backs on one whose hair is bare.

a delicate young girl plucking flowers Just now Dawn in golden sandals But you yourself, Kalliope I myself once wove garlands.

He noticed that he felt calmer now she was here, still in that grey dress with her dowdy hat, the air around her redolent with orchid oil. Perhaps all women in England had this effect. Perhaps they all smelled of flowers and exuded a calm and measured purpose. He couldn't remember.