Quotes About Flowers

I had to get by the flower beds he's planted, the flowers in vases, candles, the potpourri in the powder room— Mother of God! Potpourri in the powder room. We need to get a posse together ASAP , go get him. He can be deprogrammed. Don't lose hope.

I started my illustrious career with a pitchfork in my hand and saddle soap in my pocket. Idly he tugged a white blossom from the vine, tucked it into her hair. The gesture flustered her-the easy charm of it-and made her remember they were walking in the moonlight, among the flowers. Not,she reminded herself, a good idea.

You've good speed and agility, and endurance enough. But you've no killer in the blood, and so you'll always be bested." Iona rubbed her butt. "I never planned on killing anyone." "Plans change," Branna pointed out. "Fix those flowers now, as it's your rump that crushed them.

I have to go. I'll just say goodbye to David and Theo. Pilar kissed Maddy lightly, absently on the cheek, and made the girl's color come up. See you later. Yeah, okay. How come they're for me? she asked Tyler. Because I hear you did good. He held them out. You want them or not? Yeah, I want them. She took them, noted the little flutter in her belly as she sniffed. A kind of muscle reflex, she supposed it was. A nice one. Nobody ever gave me flowers before.

Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.

Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. —GEORGE PEELE

Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

Withered funeral flowers hanging from the bronze vase attached to each crypt, dripping stinky water on the marble floor and furry with mold, it's too easy to imagine what's happening to the beloved sealed inside.

The presence of phantoms – everywhere – their faces, ripe with need and unspent passion, trailing their hunger like pollen from flowers that were past their hour but refused to wither and disappear.

Favorite pots showed their dark bottoms from hooks and gaily colored flowers from the pasture leaned out of thin glassware.

Collige Virgo Rosas

Heu, miserande puer, si qua fata aspera rumpas, tu Marcellus eris. Manibus date lilia plenis, purpureos spargam flores...» «O giovane degno di pietà, se solo tu potessi rompere il tuo fato crudele, tu sarai Marcello. Versate gigli a piene mani, che io sparga fiori purpurei...»

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!

Despairing of human relationships (people were so difficult), she often went into her garden and got from her flowers a peace which men and women never gave her.

every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible.

and at last, in the evening, one after another the sounds die out, and the harmony falters, and silence falls. With the sunset sharpness was lost and, like mist rising, quiet rose, quiet spread, the wind settled; loosely the world shook itself down to sleep, darkly here without a light to it, save what came green suffused through leaves, or pale on the white flowers by the window. [Lily

Oh, but nonsense, she thought; William must marry Lily. They have so many things in common. Lily is so fond of flowers. They are both cold and aloof and rather self-sufficing. She must arrange for them to take a long walk together.

Clarissa said she would buy the flowers herself.

and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.

Ellas [las flores] simbolizan sus pasiones, decoran sus festivales y cubren las almohadas de los difuntos (como si conocieran la pena). Por increíble que parezca, los poetas han encontrado religión en la naturaleza; la gente vive en el campo para aprender virtud de las plantas.