Quotes About Flowers

The silence that followed was lovely, the silence of flowers blooming.

I picked these last night. I want you to have them. - Th-thanks. What kind of flowers are these? They're pretty. - The flowers themselves aren't important. It would be better if the blossoms fell off right away. - What!? - They're poppies. When the petals fall off, you can cut the seed pods to make opium. Basically, these are the raw materials for heroin. If you sell that in the city, you should bring in an impressive amount of money.

He thinks I suffer from depression. But I'm just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.

The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la,Have nothing to do with the case.

Flowers are nice, but love is better.

I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.

Friendship is Love with jewels on, but without either flowers or veil.

His tenderness in the springing grass, His beauty in the flowers, His living love in the sun above- All here, and near, and ours!

I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.

But the golden-rod is one of the fairy, magical flowers; it grows not up to seek human love amid the light of day, but to mark to the discerning what wealth lies hid in the secret caves of earth.

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.

I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.

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

I love to smell like roses, literally all day!

Gold schenkt die Eitelkeit, der rauhe Stolz, Die Freundschaft und die Liebe schenken Blumen. Gold is the gift of vanityand pride, Friendship and love offer flowers.

Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship.

Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill.

a woman with time on her hands in the morning, a woman who wanders about before she is dressed, for example, rearranging flowers in a vase and talking about love and marriage, is something no man can stand, I believe, unless he dissembles.

Consider for a moment your thoughts as seed. Some thoughts become flowers. Others become weeds. Sow seeds of hope and enjoy optimism. Sow seeds of doubt and expect insecurity. "People harvest only what they plant" (Gal. 6:7).

Hilary has often asked herself why she felt the need for flowers..., but there it was. The house felt empty and desolate without them. They were silent guests who must be made happy, and who gave the atmosphere a kind of sou.

One thing is certain, and I have always known it—the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about …

For a little while it is as if my nakedness were clothed in love. But then, when I come back, I shiver in my isolation, and must face again and try to tame the loneliness. The house is no friend when I walk in. Only Punch gives a welcoming scream; there are no flowers. A smell of stale tobacco, unopened windows, my life waiting for me somewhere, asking to be created again.

Friendship supplied the root-- It was planted years ago-- To bring me flowers and seed Through the long drought

If you are feeling more yourself, there is a problem best addressed immediately, said the queen. In my nightshirt? The king wriggled, as ever, out of straightforward obedience. Your attendants. I have spoken to them. You will speak to them as well. Ah. They have seen me in my nightshirt. He looked down at his sleeve, embroidered with white flowers. Not in your nightshirt, though.