Quotes About Flower

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

Lovers, forget your love, And list the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze.

I think it's good for people to see the positive beauty that can flower from the deepest grieving.

Hope is the flower of life.

Hope is a flower which refuses to be crushed under life's brutal heel.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

How can you consider flower power outdated? The essence of my lyrics is the desire for peace and harmony. That's all anyone has ever wanted. How could it become outdated?

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

The moon like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delight,Sits and smiles on the night.

The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

Beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him.

You are the root, and only God knows that the flower will be.

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.

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

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.

Democracy is not a fragile flower; still it needs cultivating.

Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you.

Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.

The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.

There is something inspiring and sublime about the little forget-me-not flower. I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your lives joyful and sweet.

A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth

Wit is the flower of the imagination.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.

The possibilities for immortality are endless. Here you sit reading these words, a butterfly resting on a flower!