Quotes About Flower

Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.

A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said I've a pretty rose tree, And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight.

I stopped and filled my lungs, smelling Africa - smelling dust, woodsmoke, a perfume from a flower, something musty, something decaying.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

Angel's trumpet. Beautiful, in'it? Eating these flowers makes your troubles go away. Problem is, too much will kill ye." She laughed. "It got its name because it's the last thing you'll see before ascending into heaven.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

Child, you are like a flower,So sweet and pure and fair.I look at you, and sadnessTouches me with a prayer.

Each little flower has a history and cultural references, is a superstition or a cure for something.

Teaching is seeing the world. The new world. Seeing a student like you take root, ready to flower and bloom any day.

A metaphor carries an idea from one area of thought to another. Furniture can have feminine legs; a flower is the day's eye (daisy); an error glares at you; drinks are soft; cash is hard; our lives have a spring and an autumn.

Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie withered on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress; So beauty blemished once, for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.

So you may say, Greek flower; Greek ecstasy Reclaims Forever One who died Following Intricate Song's lost Measure.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one sprite tumbling into a flower and emerging heavily dusted with carrot-coloured pollen. The other held up its glaive, victorious.

Her fingers are as long as flower stalks, her limbs as spindly as sticks of birch. Weed-like strands of black straight hair hang over her mushroom-pale face, half-hiding tiny eyes that gleam with malice.

What if he went and sniffed the flower first? Then he would be the wolf. Then he would have no reason to be afraid. And if he started turning, he could tell them to run and get off the island before he finished transforming. He would know what was happening. He would be experiencing nature.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

Corpul ii era ca o tulpina, sustinand laleaua creierului sau.