Quotes about flow
flower heart journey
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long. Robert Jordan
flower sunset sky
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower. Roberto Bolano
flower mushrooms lakes
Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers. Roberto Bolano
flower secret looks
There is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head, and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of the goodness of its Heavenly Maker.
flower feet long
I can remember, with unsteady feet, Tottering from room to room, and finding pleasure In flowers, and toys, and sweetmeats, things which long Have lost their power to please; which when I see them, Raise only now a melancholy wish I were the little trifler once again, Who could be pleas'd so lightly. Robert Southey
flower way educate
I played around with the flowers and the lighting, so that was a good way to educate myself Robert Mapplethorpe
flower believe self
The buddah can reside in the gears of a motorcycle as easily as in a flower on a mountaintop. To believe otherwise is to demean the buddah; which is to demean one's self. Robert M. Pirsig
flower thinking mountain
The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission as he does at the top of the mountain, or in the petals of a flower. To think otherwise is to demean the Buddha - which is to demean oneself. Robert M. Pirsig
flower bed-of-roses battle
Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses. Robert Louis Stevenson
flower book wine
Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore! Robert Louis Stevenson
flower civilization physicians
The physician...is the flower (such as it is) of our civilization. Robert Louis Stevenson
flower adventure eye
Here is adventure. Here is romance. Here is mystery. Tropical rivers – silently flowing into the unknown. The unbelievable splendor of exotic flowers … the eerie sound of the jungle … with eyes that are always watching. This is Adventureland. Walt Disney
flower racing bees
Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers. Vita Sackville-West
flower thinking may
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it. Vita Sackville-West
flower
Flowers really do intoxicate me. Vita Sackville-West
flower feelings lessons
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. Walt Whitman
flower men wife
A man can please his wife with a box of candy, surprise her with a bouquet of flowers, and make her suspicious with a gold bracelet. Sam Ewing
flower blessing law
The full flower of divine love and our greatest blessings from that love are conditional-predicated upon our obedience to eternal law. I pray that we may qualify for those blessings and rejoice forever. Russell M. Nelson
flower government democracy
Democracy is not a fragile flower; still it needs cultivating. Ronald Reagan
flower years tree
If you wish to enrich days, plant flowers; If you wish to enrich years, plant trees; If you wish to enrich Eternity, plant ideals in the lives of others. S. Truett Cathy
flower blessed garden
What do we look for as reward? Some little sounds, and scents, and scenes A small hand darting strawberry-ward A woman's aprons full of greens. The sense that we have brought to birth Out of the cold and heavy soil, The blessed fruits and flowers of earth Is large reward for our toil. Ruth Pitter
flower breathing names
No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing. Rumi
flow down-and rings
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. Rumi
flower white tongue
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower. Rumi
flow wealth imagine
A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Rumi
flower heart light
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence revives my withered heart. You are the candle that lights the whole world and I am an empty vessel for your light. Rumi
flower home garden
Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home. While you look for trinkets The treasure house awaits you in your own being. Rumi
flower heart thorns
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart. Rumi
flower heart opening
What is the Heart? A flower opening... Rumi
flower orchids waiting
When we stopped to rest and Tony tried to figure out what was wrong with his compass, I asked him what he thought it was about orchids that seduced humans so completely that they were compelled to steal them and worship them and try to breed new and specific kinds of them and then be willing to wait for nearly a decade for one of them to flower. Susan Orlean
flower garden justice
Nationalism cannot flower if it does not grow in the garden of internationalism. Sukarno
flower punishment fruit
Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it. Ralph Waldo Emerson
flower fall snow
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? Shel Silverstein