Quotes About Blossoms

Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. AND THE BOYS. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. EVEN THEIR FOOTSTEPS LEFT A SMELL OF SMOKE BEHIND!

Then my abuelita booms out words, loud and clear. She always says the words should be round as dimes and as wild as blossoms blooming.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Dazzling jacaranda petals covered the sidewalk like a carpet of amethyst velvet. It always amazes me how the trees sit so quietly, unnoticed all spring, until one day it feels as if every single one throughout the city bursts with blossoms at the exact same second.

Spring is well underway, and the wild cherry trees are in full bloom. The fields are filled with darling violets and buttercups, and the sides of the road lined with the blossoms that will become berries in the summer heat. I know from the weather report that a crisp spring light is shining down on the navy blue water of Saratoga Passage, and my view, whether I can see it or not, will remain unchanged. I wrote to you once about the comfort I find in that. This remains true.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Banks of azaleas ranging from bright orange to palest pink rioted in the spring gardens.

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.

April, Comes like an idiot, babbling, and strewing flowers.

THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On

Not before night approaches can we savor how miraculous the day, and the blossoms we gather belatedly, have been.

It (scent) was barely there at all, but in the hint of its existence it was as fragile as night blossoms—not too sweet but just enough, like the dew on a requiem bud in the palest hour of dawn.

Pink-footed, sleekly white or delicate fawn, Or darlier plumed, with glossy throat where clings One soft perpetual ripple of rainbow rings, How often to your beauty our sight is drawn When back from roamings wide you suddenly dawn, A dainty turbulence of fluttering wings, And light on some brown slanted roof, like Spring's Pale showers of blossoms on an orchard lawn!...

Have you blossoms and books, those solaces of sorrow?

plum blossoms in the moonlit glow of a late February calm cool night — magical soul-stirring springtime sight

Thistles and dandelions, They are my flowers. Burdock and tangleweed, Blackberries sour

Where are the blossoms of those summers!-fallen, one by one: so all of my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of the spirits.

Let the blossoms of love beautify your heart.Let the spirit dance with joy.

Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.

Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

I've been told that N.Y. in the spring is pretty special.

It is where life is fundamental and free that men develop the vision needed to reveal the human soul in the blossoms it puts forth.

These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.