Quotes About Flower

The scent of a flower is a very close and intimate thing, she thought. It can seem to be a part of your body and blood.

For a few minutes the anxiety that tormented him had vanished, leaving his mind as serene as the beauty he looked at. Very lovely, he thought, are the sudden moments of relief that come in the midst of strain, those moments of forgetfulness when we are "teased out of thought" by a bird or a flower or the sight of old roofs in the sun; lovely though so transient, the reversal of those brief moments of misery that visit us even in the midst of joy.

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

A flower gives joy only for a day. Witnessing it bloom into one is magic.

The hope in her voice now made me think of a flower growing in shadow.

When that Aprille with his shoures sote. The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertue engendred is the flour.

Moreover, a building is constructed by man, but a flower is made by God.

When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower.

I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word 'natural' to me implies more than mere chemistry and physics. The birth of a baby and the blooming of a flower are natural events, but the laboratory methods forever fail to give us the key to the secret of either.

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke—Ay!—and what then?

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?

Like a sweet apple reddening on a high branch, on the tip of the topmost branch and forgotten by the apple pickers—no, beyond their reach. Like a hyacinth in the mountains that shepherd men trample down with their feet, and on the earth the purple flower

I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error.

Chrysanthemums were a new flower, recently imported for the first time and therefore considered fashionable, but Amy thought they smelled of autumn. Another autumn. Another year nearer the grave.

The human soul is to God is as the flower to the sun; it opens at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws. —BENJAMIN WHICHCOTE

Nature is the first and last revelation because it is the 'scripture' of the Eternal. The trace of His hand is found in every rippling field of grass or fluttering leaf or silent flower; to read them is to help recover our roots of immortality.

A Tropic flower cannot live without sun. A soul cannot live without love.

The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!

he came to know the god intimately and the strange mad flower of his mind dripped in the dark

Dionysus is the life-spirit of all green vegetation—ivy, pine tree and especially the vine; he is, in Dylan Thomas' phrase, "the force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

Thou art but a feeble flower in the garden of the universe, yet thou hath a purpose much greater than thyself.

The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.

Faith is born and sustained by the Word of God, and out of faith grows the flower of joy.