Quotes About Flowers

I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing. I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed

He removed the flowers and lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat. As he did so he started back and I could hear his ejaculation, Mein Gott! as it was smothered in his throat. I

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths—not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, sometimes it rattles, sometimes they cry out to you, Don't let me go! Even the old sometimes say, Don't let me go! As if you were able to stop them! Funerals are quiet with pretty flowers. And oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in!

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

Rincewind wasn't used to people being pleased to see him. It was unnatural, and boded no good. These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made out of stone, but the thought was there.

You're very ugly for fairies, she said. Aye, well, the ones you gen'rally see are for the pretty flowers, ye ken, said Rob Anybody, inventing desperately. We're more for the stingin' nettles and bindweed an' Old Man's Troosers an' thistles, okay? It wouldna be fair for only the bonny flowers tae have fairies noo, would it? It'd prob'ly be against the law, eeh?...

She'd loved their scent--not sweet and cloying like other flowers, but pungent. Assertive. She'd loved the way they sprang up wild in vacant lots and roadsides, reminders that true beauty is spontaneous and irrepressible.

Transplantation is not always successful in the matter of flowers or maidens.

A lovely home atmosphere is one of the flowers of the world, than which there is nothing more tender, nothing more delicate, nothing more calculated to make strong and just the natures cradled and nourished within it.

May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.

My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

There are those who say that in their heaven there is no suffering. But if there is no suffering, how can there be happiness? We need compost to grow flowers, and mud to grow lotuses.

Be the monarch of your life and sign the decree to exile suffering and call back from all points of the universe the power of birds and flowers, the vitality of youth. The whole universe will smile when your eyes smile.

Well, I wouldn't say I am a keen gardener... I'm a gardener. Well, by that I mean I've got a very nice garden and have got some very good gardeners.

It seemed like a magical city, floating on the lagoon as if conjured by an enchanter's wand. I sat in the meadow and stared at it, picking meadow flowers from around my feet- clover and daisies and wild garlic- and making myself a wreath.

The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.

It's no game. Believe me, she is a woman of far greater complexity than you—or anyone—realize. The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume. Oh, she has extraordinary charm. Next to that secret charm of hers, her talent as a poet is really only a sort of costume.

O little sliver of moon waning that shines on waves desolately reigning, O little sliver of silver, what mass of dreams swells here towards your gentle glow! Fleeting breaths of foliage, sighs of flowers from the woods exhale to the sea: no song, no cry, no sound pierces the vast silence. Oppressed by love, by pleasure, the world of the living falls asleep… O little sliver waning, what mass of dreams swells here towards your gentle glow! (Trans. Michael Shindler)

Cherry Blossoms at Night, by Katsushika Ã…Å'i

What's hanafuda?" Sam asked. "Plastic cards. Quite small and thick, with flowers and scenes of nature

She chose the brassavola, which looked like clusters of delicate calla lilies. "Ah," said Schiele, "the Lady of the Night." "It's actually called that?" I asked. "Or is that your weird pet name for it?" "It releases a perfume in the evening," he said. "Don't worry, Franny. It smells great.

Maya ha decidido ser la portadora de los anillos porque la tarea implica más responsabilidad que la de llevar las flores. —Si pierdes una flor, coges otra —razona—. Si pierdes un anillo, todo el mundo se queda triste para siempre. Quien lleva los anillos tiene mucho más poder. —Hablas como Gollum —le dice A.J. —¿Quién es Gollum? —pregunta Maya. —Un bicho raro que le gusta a tu padre.

She chose the brassavola, which looked like clusters of delicate calla lilies.

The flowered trim on the hems [of the dress] seemed superfluous, even frivolous, but at the same time it comforted her, as though the idea that a seamstress had thought to adorn clothing so innocently implied that somewhere, innocence was safe.