Quotes About Blossom

He looked up at the dark line of trees and breathed in slowly, smelling wild garlic, mulched leaves, a fox den somewhere and a sweeter scent. Fruit blossom, he thought. Then that small mystery was eclipsed by a larger one. A stranger scent hid among the blossom, sweet and resinous at once. Lilies, John thought, drawing the scent deeper. Lilies mixed with pitch.

The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints of birds. He read until his eyelids drooped. But as his head dropped, he fancied he caught the sharp savor of sap beneath the chalky dust of the pages, or the heavy perfumes of blossom from the orchards of plums and pears and apples.

In a world gone harsh, you must have the courage to be tender as a blossom and tough as a diamond.

If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me; For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

When all your energies are brought into harmony, your body flourishes. And when your body flourishes, your soul has a soil in which it can blossom in the world. These are the ultimate reasons for energy medicine—to prepare the soil and nurture the blossom.

Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all!

During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom.

...The thick froth... Lustrous like freshly fallen snow, And resplendent like the spring's blossom.

Life should be a continual celebration, a festival of lights the whole year round. Only then can you grow up, can you blossom.

Your body is a flower that life let bloom.

All the year round there is spring, all through life is youth; there is always something which may flower.

She didn't remember that Enrico hadn't called back until she woke up in the middle of the night, shooting out of a dream. She squinted in the dark, trying to recall where she'd been--- and then it came back to her. She'd been standing on the cartoon ground in Mexico, rocky and dry and flat, watching a single peach blossom blow across its surface. Birdie chased it, but it was too fast. It blew away from her.

Like every year, the peach flowers began to blossom, draping the orchard like a filmy pink dress. Thousands of tiny pink petals fluttered in the breeze. And as quickly as they came, they disappeared. The blossoms withered to leave only shucks, and tiny, hard peaches broke through the shucks and began to grow.

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It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs-Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter-like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely.

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To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.

I stared at her, thinking: of course, how would she know about bitterness, how would she know about the artist at all? caught in a mystery for which he must find some answer, both for himself and for his fellow men, a mystery of good and evil, of blossom and rot — the mystery of a world which learns too late, which is the mold, and which the bloom . . .

Spring is God's way of saying 'One more Time

Forget Tir-nan-Og?' he exclaimed. 'Forget Tir-nan-Og! With the young men walking with the gold low light on their limbs, and the young girls with radiance in their faces, and the young blossom bursting along the apple-boughs, and all that is young there glorying in the morning, and it morning forever over all the land of youth. Forget Tir-nan-Og!

Prosperity suits some people, and they blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the sweeter for a touch of frost.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

Apparent failure may hold in its rough shell the germs of a success that will blossom in time, and bear fruit throughout eternity.