Quotes About Flowers

An Elf-Woman went by him, seated in a chair that moved along by itself, humming as it went. An Elf-Man walked by the other way, talking into a—a far-speak, but one that had no leash fastening it to the wall. Two Elf-Women each carried huge bunches of giant, fiercely colored Elvish flowers. And all the time the air twittered and beeped and hissed and buzzed.

Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.

Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.

Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.

The flowers are so beautiful, but God's love is infinitely stronger for us than the beauty of ALL flowers and all beautiful things combined!

Good things have different colors, it's like a rainbow or flowers and it's more likely how I feel for my love ones that creates a joyous melody in my heart.How it makes me feel happy and alive

To all the true lovers: Your unconditional love is the reason why flowers bloom.To all the beloveds: You are the reason why universe came into existence.

all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness

If love is a flower of non-judgmental actions, then kindness is the fragrance of those flowers.

keep love in your heart. A life without is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead ...

I tend the flowers of my mindWatering our memories as they bloom

For the wood was full of light, entirely different from the light she was used to. It was green and amber and alive, quivering in splotches on the padded ground, fanning into sturdy stripes between the tree trunks. There were little flowers she did not recognize, white and palest blue; and endless, tangled vines; and here and there a fallen log, half rotted but soft with patches of sweet green-velvet moss.

Pearl gathered the violets, and anemones, and columbines, and some twigs of the freshest green, which the old trees held down before her eyes. With these she decorated her hair and her young waist, and became a nymph child, or an infant dryad, or whatever else was in closest sympathy with the antique wood.

L'orage rajeunit les fleurs

He whose thoughts, like skylarks, Toward the morning sky take flight —Who hovers over life and understands with ease The language of flowers and silent things!

Atatea juvaeruri sunt Uitate-n bezna si-n pamant, Dormind in veci necercetate; Atatea flori dau in zadar Parfumul lor subtil si rar In taina si-n singuratate.

The time of the year has come when on warm summer days Each flower spreads its scent like a censer of gold The sounds and fragrances in harmony enfold The melancholic languor of the evening haze

i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

if the rest of the world could see you today their laughter would bring the sun to its knees and even the flowers would leap from the ground like bulldogs and chase you away to where you belong wherever that is, and who cares where it is as long as it's somewhere away from here.

La belleza, en muchos casos, parece ser debida por completo a la simetría del crecimiento. Las flores se clasifican entre las producciones más hermosas de la naturaleza; pero se han hecho visibles por contraste con las hojas verdes, y por consiguiente hermosas, al mismo tiempo para que puedan ser fácilmente observadas por los insectos.