Quotes About Blossom

You look like the first breath of spring

The trick is making memory a blessing To know the past forever lost, yet seeing Behind the wall a garden still in blossom.

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful then the risk it took to blossom.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Inspiration the seed. Design but the flower.

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

Heart's-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire.

So is a murder rose until you decide to hold the blossom in your hand and sniff it. Perfectly inviting and even charming until the poisons burn your skull open." "By the gods, man, where do you hear about these things?

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Love is a flower you got to let it grow.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests.

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white or purple blossom, which glowed, even in the shade, with the sunlight in which they had been bathed.

Ambition is more intoxicating than fame; desire makes all things blossom, possession wilts them; it is better to dream your life than to live it, even if living it means dreaming it, though both less mysteriously and less vividly, in a murky and sluggish dream, like the straggling dream in the feeble awareness of ruminant creatures.

Imperfection is in some sorts essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect: part of it is decaying, part nascent. The foxglove blossom - A third part bud, a third part past, a third part full bloom, - is a type of the life of this world.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey

An old man in love is like a flower in winter

The beautiful thing about love is that you just need to plant it once and nurture it and it shall bloom into blossoms that would cover the valleys...

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons.

We're all just flowers. Small, nameless flowers. Little, barely budding things supported by something far greater than ourselves. Even so, we all dream of the day when we will eventually blossom. Free. Under the wide open sky...

Unknown spring – plum blossom behind the mirror.