Quotes About Flower

Sharp is your memory, sweet is your name, deep in my heart you'll always remain. Earth wants water, flower wants dew, I want nothing but a smile from you.

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

Inspiration the seed. Design but the flower.

art] those images that strike the heart and set it blooming like a flower, images that open up some much, much larger beauty that you can spend your whole life looking for and never find.

The peace you shall desire is that sacred peace which nothing can disturb, and in which the soul grows as does the holy flower upon the still lagoons. And

Let the life begin with a happy smile. Mark the end of sorrowful days. Lets yourself bloom life like a flower. Spreading happiness every where.

Obviously, it's a huge deal when your little girl starts to turn into a woman, but the change has a gentle fluidity, so it seems to happen like time-lapse photography of a flower blooming.

Just as the sun shines simultaneously on the tall cedars and on each little flower as though it were alone on the earth, so Our Lord is occupied particularly with each [10]soul as though there were no others like it.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

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.

When the first blooms came they were like the single big flower Oriental prostitutes wear on the sides of their heads…But when the hemispheres of blossom appear in crowds they remind him of nothing so much as hats worn by cheap girls to church on Easter.

She'd never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.

Mom was a flower of the south

Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his button-hole.

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

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey

An old man in love is like a flower in winter

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons.

And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb to love. A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever'.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Sin embargo, aquel recuerdo había hecho crecer una extraña flor en el fondo del agujero de obús que me servía de corazón. Poco más que una rosa, apenas una amapola. Pero era hermoso mirarla entre los escombros. Me daba fuerzas.