Quotes About Petals

The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live.… This is real life, and all else is illusion, or mere endurance.

I wiped my palms together, brushing the petals that had stuck to them back into the stream. Petals with frilled edges, pale ones, vivid ones, petals with the calyx still attached. They all clung for a moment to the bricks of the wash landing, but in no time at all they were caught up in the stream again and melted into the mass.

he went to the kitchen to get a banana; after each mouthful he pulled back a fraction the four or five strips of striped skin, faded petals, which covered his fist as it clenched the base of the fruit; carefully he detached the friable, cardboard-flavoured filaments that run down its surface like meridian lines, in a word peeling his banana the way the anthropoid will forever peel his. He threw one of the filaments into the fly cage..

the shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear Ã¢â'¬Â¦

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He pressed a switch and the bedside lamp blossomed and sent forth yellow petals of light.

Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free.

cuando hueles su delicioso aroma y acaricias sus pétalos aterciopelados, en tu cerebro ocurren todo tipo de correlaciones.

roses and all kinds

You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.

She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose were scattered by a sudden little wind. Summer was over --- it was Autumn.

Wilder wrote, 'The roses scented the wind, and along the road the fresh blossoms, with their new petals and golden centers, looked up like little faces.

Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.

When she looked at a rose she savoured its beauty, they counted the petals.

The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle, found and lit it, and by its little light saw that the rose floating in the bowl was dying. It had already lost most of its petals, which floated on the water like tiny, un-seaworthy boats, deserted for safer craft. Dear God, I said. I must go back at once.

Te estás empezando a marchitar, ¿sabes?, y cuando llega ese momento nadie puede evitar que sus pétalos estén desordenados.

Spirituality is a flower with a thousand petals: every act, every thought, every talk, every movement of our heart is a part of it.

My path is full of petals–I have swept it for no others. My thatch gate has been closed–but opens now for you. It's a long way to the market, I can offer you little– Yet here in my cottage there is old wine for our cups.

Like every year, the peach flowers began to blossom, draping the orchard like a filmy pink dress. Thousands of tiny pink petals fluttered in the breeze. And as quickly as they came, they disappeared. The blossoms withered to leave only shucks, and tiny, hard peaches broke through the shucks and began to grow.

double white Narcissus,

You say I resemble a flower; I partly agree; My brain is governed by black petals of burnt daisies

At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

Then everything turned into a succession of concrete acts and proper nouns and verbs, or pages from an anatomy manual scattered like flower petals, chaotically linked.

When a breeze blew, petals rained down on my upturned face, and I stopped and gasped, stunned by the beauty and sadness.