Quotes about flower
flower rain heart
The dance of the flower in the wind, in the sun, in the rain, cannot be understood by the head; the heart has to be open for it. Rajneesh
flower creativity dancer
God is the very creative energy of existence - creativity rather than a creator. He is not the poet but the poetry, not the dancer but the dance, not the flower but the fragrance. Rajneesh
flower blessing effort
When Zen masters say `effortlessness` they are referring to the state when your enlightenment is well rooted. Now there is no need of any effort; now you can be relaxed and at ease, it will grow on its own accord. It will bring much foliage, and many flowers, and many blessings. Rajneesh
flower happy-life inner-beauty
You don't know what beauty is. You use the word, certainly, but your word is empty. Beauty is known only by one who has known the inner beauty, one who has known the inner flower opening. Then whenever a flower is seen, it reminds you of your inner beauty. Rajneesh
flower fighting creating
One thing is certain: you can never become anything other than yourself, and unless you become yourself you cannot be happy. Happiness happens only when a rosebush grows roseflowers; when it flowers, when it has its own individuality. You may be a rosebush and trying to flower as lotus flower - that is creating insanity. Erase the mind. And the way to erase it is not by fight: the way to erase it is just to become aware. Rajneesh
flower heart world
The heart is like a flower. Unless it is open, it cannot release its fragrance into the world. Rajneesh
flower sea hair
I will bring you a flower from the floor of the sea to wear in your hair. Smokey Robinson
flower journey three
Three things see no end- A flower blighted ere it bloomed, A message that was wasted, And a journey that was doomed. Mercedes Lackey
flower book sky
You know–my flower, I am responsible for her. She doesn’t even have four thorns to protect herself from harm.’ (Zarek) Why do you love that book so? (Astrid) Because I want to hear the bells when I look up at the sky. I want to laugh, but I don’t know how. (Zarek) Sherrilyn Kenyon
flower should grows
wild flowers should be enjoyed unplucked where they grow. Theodore Roosevelt
flower sea land
I am an African. I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land. Thabo Mbeki
flower expression house
Let every birthday be a festival, a time when the gladness of the house finds expression in flowers, in gifts, in a little fête. Never should a birthday be passed over without note, or as if it were a common day, never should it cease to be a garlanded milestone in the road of life. Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
flower self imagination
The talent for self-justification is surely the finest flower of human evolution, the greatest achievement of the human brain. When it comes to justifying actions, every human being acquires the intelligence of an Einstein, the imagination of a Shakespeare, and the subtlety of a Jesuit. Michael Foley
flower kissing garden
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back. Melissa Marr
flower cutting tree
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars. Michael Palin
flower rain black
We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam. Ray Bradbury
flower thinking sun
I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour. Ray Bradbury
flower garden thinking
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly...If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! He'd say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. Ray Bradbury
flower fists
I always held my flower in a clenched fist. Eric Hoffer
flower writing oddities
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus. Enid Bagnold
flower grows kindness maybe
The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.
flower generation machine magic sewing tradition
The flower generation tore tradition to shreds, but in the 1980s some magic sewing machine has stitched it all up again. Letitia Baldrige
flower self essence
The essence of true nobility is neglect of self. Let the thought of self pass in, and the beauty of a great action is gone, like the bloom from a soiled flower. James Anthony Froude
flower blue sky
O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather. Helen Hunt
flower smell clothes
We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes. Helen Fisher
flower rose thorns
Truths and roses have thorns about them. Henry David Thoreau
flower men law
Simplicity is the law of nature for men as well as for flowers. Henry David Thoreau
flower bells temples
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. Matsuo Basho
flower views blooming
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty. Matsuo Basho
flower long faces
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God. Matsuo Basho
flower thinking moon
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. Matsuo Basho
flower book garden
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery. Mary Webb
flower white water
Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered Patricia Highsmith