Quotes About Flowers

could smell the peppery-sweet perfume of pinks

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men.

What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

Sun shines with its light; flowers shine with their beauties and men shine with their goodnesses.

Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem. We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.

Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

I love fresh flowers for my home. I spend far too much money on them, buying them almost every day.

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

... my mother adorned with flowers whatever shabby house we were forced to live in.

On Valentine's Day, I wired flowers for my mother-in-law, but she found the fuse.

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.

The flowers are Nature's jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty.

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

When I was a boy, I thought scent was contained in dewdrops on flowers and if I got up very early in the morning, I could collect it and make perfume.

I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers.

Look in the perfumes of flowers and of nature for peace of mind and joy of life.