Quotes About Flower

What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!

Bushido as an independent code of ethics may vanish, but its power will not perish from the earth; its schools of martial prowess or civic honor may be demolished, but its light and its glory will long survive their ruins. Like its symbolic flower, after it is blown to the four winds, it will still bless mankind with the perfume with which it will enrich life.

The true rose, the miracle of nature, owed nothing to the hand of man.

At rare moments in history, by a series of accidents never to be repeated, arise flower societies in which the cult of happiness is paramount, hedonistic, mindless, intent upon the glorious physical instant.

As perfume to the flower, so is kindness to speech.

I became passionate about nature filmmaking when I graduated from UCLA, and one of the things I always wanted to do was shoot really high quality film, so I got into time-lapse photography - so that means when you shoot a flower, you're shooting, like, one frame every twenty minutes, so that's basically two seconds of a film per day.

Johnny Guy, some idiot put Flower in panties with teddy bears on them." "I'm the idiot, Jako. You got a problem?

If you really want to help me…get Lynn. And then…keep Belinda away from me. For an hour. Keep her away…for an hour." "Flower…" "Do it, you bastard. I deserve that much.

Love is a flower that should never cease to grow. Nurture it, and it will outlive you. Neglect it, and it will wilt away and die.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

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 awake - Aye, what then?

You see this radiant Flower that sparkles magic.Like your eyes when I see them radiated magic.Marty B.M

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.

Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.

What magic is this?' the muse says to the man. 'A flower, a dream, a fairy-tale wish, ' the man says to his muse. The muse smiles.

I'd keep your beauty timeless. like a flower pressed in a book, yesI wouldn't let it fade Folded in the chapters of my mind

Let love bloom like a flower with the fragrance of the garden of your heart filled with beauty, joy, and happiness.

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

Love is the beauty, the flower, the fragrance, and the attractive force of our soul.

A chrysanthemum by any other name would be easier to spell.

Finding it so directly on the threshold of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its flowers and present it to the reader. It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom, that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow.

I am, by definition, pure justice, pure loyalty. This world is a flower I hold in my palm. I would end my own existence rather than crush it.

Many a jewel lies buried In darkness and oblivion, Far, far away from picks and drills;  Many a flower regretfully Exhales perfume soft as secrets In a profound solitude.

in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.