Quotes About Flower

Não é a árvore que deixa a flor, é a flor que deixa a árvore

Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit … Happy the vintager who picks it after watching it slowly mature.

Es la joven una flor, cuyo fruto es el amor… »

The fields were rifle with clouds of Queen Anne's lace, which would make a billowy wreath. Her father had always said there people who saw Queen Anne's lace as a weed, and those who considered it a flower, and he belonged to the latter group. If you think it's beautiful it is, he had told her.

She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.

The stinging nettles that we must have got into are more insignificant plants, with a paler purple flower, and stalks wickedly outfitted with fine, fierce, skin-piercing and inflaming spines. Those would be present too, unnoticed, in all the flourishing of the waste meadow.

china and her decorating scheme and her flower garden and even on the books in her bookcase. She would live now, not read.

And as Flora twirled, other girls and women came through the field in all directions. Our heartache poured into one another like water from cup to cup. Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Porque el horror de la Tierra es real y cotidiano. Es como una flor o como el sol; no puede contenerse.

The nature of this flower is to bloom.

The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world. — Allen Ginsberg, from "Transcription of Organ Music," Howl and Other Poems (City Lights Books, 1994)

The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world.

How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of the railroad and your flower soul?

The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer

I would blossom if I were a rose.

The cactus of the high desert is a small, grubby, obscure and humble vegetable associated with cattle dung and overgrazing, interesting only when you tangle with it in the wrong way. Yet from this nest of thorns, this snare of hooks and fiery spines, is born once each year a splendid flower. It is unpluckable and except to an insect almost unapproachable, yet soft, lovely, sweet, desirable, exemplifying better than the rose among thorns the unity of opposites.

The cactus of the high desert is a small grubby, obscure and humble vegetable associated with cattle dung and overgrazing, interesting only when you tangle with it the wrong way. Yet from this nest of thorns, this snare of hooks and fiery spines, is born once each year a splendid flower. It is unpluckable and except to an insect almost unapproachable, yet soft, lovely, sweet, desirable, exemplifying better than the rose among thorns the unity of opposites

The wise and moral manShines like a fire on a hilltop,Making money like the bee,Who does not hurt the flower.

If you want to touch the past, touch a rock. If you want to touch the present, touch a flower. If you want to touch the future, touch a life.

The voice said, Cry. And he said, what shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

Awareness is a flower that blooms but never dies.