Quotes about flower
flower winter land
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass. Edward Thomas
flower dust losing
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. Edward Thomas
flower heart trying
Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell. Hermann Hesse
flower fall heart
We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do. Hermann Hesse
flower eye men
Man designs for himself a garden with a hundred kinds of trees, a thousand kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of fruit and vegetables. Suppose, then, that the gardener of this garden knew no other distinction between edible and inedible, nine-tenths of this garden would be useless to him. He would pull up the most enchanting flowers and hew down the noblest trees and even regard them with a loathing and envious eye. This is what the Steppenwolf does with the thousand flowers of his soul. What does not stand classified as either man or wolf he does not see at all. Hermann Hesse
flower heart light
As every flower fades and as all youth departs, so life at every stage, so every virtue, so our grasp of truth blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age, be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavour, be ready bravely and without remorse to find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force for guarding us and helping us to live. Hermann Hesse
flower rose ease
If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. Henry Vaughan
flower angel first-love
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity. Henry Vaughan
flower night hymns
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise. Henry Van Dyke
flower heart roots
The worlds in which we live at heart are one, The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done"; And underneath these worlds of flower and fruit, The world "I love,"--the only living root. Henry Van Dyke
flower light sky
These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth. Henry Van Dyke
flower humans
How like they are to human things! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower journey men
Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey. Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert, Such in the soul of man is faith. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower years waste
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower heart rose
Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower angel earth
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower passion gay
Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
flower positive-thinking looks
There are flowers everywhere, for those who bother to look. Henri Matisse
flower rose favourite
Roses are my favourite flower, and my mum always grew a lot of them. Hayley Mills
flower adventure thinking
I still have a Gypsy sense of adventure. I don't think I have slept in the same bed for more than three or four months my whole life. I am always planting vegetables that I never get to eat and flowers that I never see flower. I have always moved around the world. Helen Mirren
flower night light
The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night. Heinrich Heine
flower heart humble
Mine is a most peaceable disposition. My wishes are: a humble cottage with a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, the freshest milk and butter, flowers before my window, and a few fine trees before my door; and if God wants to make my happiness complete, he will grant me the joy of seeing some six or seven of my enemies hanging from those trees. Before death I shall, moved in my heart, forgive them all the wrong they did me in their lifetime. One must, it is true, forgive one's enemies-- but not before they have been hanged. Heinrich Heine
flower kissing pride
Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing. Heinrich Heine
flower fate men
The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman's sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh. Hilary Mantel
flower color numbers
Their elegant shape, showy colors, and slow, sailing mode of flight, make them very attractive objects, and their numbers are so great that they form quite a feature in the physiognomy of the forest, compensating for the scarcity of flowers. Henry Walter Bates
flower compassion sea
Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh. Henryk Sienkiewicz
flower men garden
Some men think that the globe is a sponge that God puts into their hands to squeeze for their own garden or flower-pot. Henry Ward Beecher
flower men animal
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock. Henry Ward Beecher
flower sorrow vines
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps. Henry Ward Beecher
flower giving generosity
A very common flower adds generosity to beauty. It gives joy to the poor, to the rude, and to the multitudes who could have no flowers were nature to charge a price for her blossoms. Henry Ward Beecher
flower garden sake
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. Henry Ward Beecher
flower men appreciate
He who olny does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born inperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness. Henry Ward Beecher
flower tree huge
The tree is but a huge boquet. Henry Ward Beecher