Quotes About Flower

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

Divine love is a sacred flower, which in its early bud is happiness, and in its full bloom is heaven.

I loved her as the sun loves the flower: ever-present, nourishingly, and gently.

There is a delicate-looking plant native to North America called bleeding heart.

She spoke with all the authority vested in her by her flea-market prayer beads and her lotus-flower tramp stamp.

AND I WENT TO THE LIBRARY, I'M SNEAKING IN THE LIBRARY, LOOKING THROUGH THE BOOKS, AND YOU KNOW, LIKE I'M COVERING THE BOOK WITH LIKE SOMETHING ELSE. AND THEN IT'S LIKE, "ADMIRE IT, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER, YOU KNOW, IT'S LIKE ROSES." . I'M LIKE, WE'R E NOT LOOKING AT THE SAME THING I TOOK PHOTOS OF IT.

The wildness of the flower is all in the tone

And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…

Love is a flower which turns into fruit at marriage.

All Heaven and Earth Flowered white obliterate... Snow...unceasing snow

It is beyond a doubt that everyone should have time for some special delight, if only five minutes each day to seek out a lovely flower or cloud or star, or learn a verse to brighten another's dull task. What is the use of such terrible diligence as many tire themselves out with, if they always postpone their exchanges of smiles with Beauty and Joy to cling to irksome duties and relations?

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.

the long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer's growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

Love is beauty and beauty is truth, and that is why in the beauty of a flower we can see the truth of the universe.

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

The germs of all truth lie in the soul, and when the ripe moment comes, the truth within answers to the fact without as the flower responds to the sun, giving it form for heat and color for light.

Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.

Queen of Night is as close to black as a flower gets, though in fact it is a dark and glossy maroonish purple. Its hue is so dark, however, that it appears to draw more light into itself than it reflects, a kind of floral black hole. In the garden, depending on the the angle of the sun, the blossoms of a Queen of Night may read as positive or negative space, as flowers or shadows of a flower.

It seems that by the time the singular beauty of a flower in bloom can no longer pierce the veil of black or obsessive thoughts in a person's mind, that mind's connection to the sensual world has grown dangerously frayed.

Overall, the anarchy was the most creative of all periods of Japanese culture for in it there appeared the greatest landscape painting, the culmination of the skill of landscape gardening and the arts of flower arrangement, and the No drama.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.