Quotes about flower
flower people lows
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers. Robert Fortune
flower butterfly eye
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Robert Frost
flower apples rose
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.
flower blue lasts
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
flower book beer
There is nothing in your budget for joy. No books, no flowers, no music, not even a cold beer. And there is nothing in your budget to give away to someone else. We don’t help people who don’t have better values than you do. Robert Fulghum
flower winter lists
Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...
flower butterfly monarch-butterfly
Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
flower men ideas
Why are women wearing perfumes that smell like flowers to attract men? Men don't like flowers. I have a great idea for a scent that will attract men - how about "New Car Interior"? Rita Rudner
flower book men
I've been looking at oil paintings from oriental artists lately, and the one artist who's inspired me right now is a man named Hokusai and I've had his book by my bed looking at how he interprets landscapes - mountains and water and flowers and birds. Renee O'Connor
flower angel phrases
Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels. Thomas Nashe
flower problem educated
Nobody sees a flower really,it is so small. We haven't time,and to see takes time- like to have a friend takes time. One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled, but few are educated. Thomas More
flower wine age-love
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
flower butterfly moon
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds. Thomas Hood
flower winter rose
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!
flower butterfly autumn
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
flower thinking bed
And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink. Rupert Brooke
flower silence tongue
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue. Rumi
flower lips i-smile
I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.
flower years trying
Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.
flower night sky
Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.
flower night sky
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching.
flower people honest
(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people. Toni Cade Bambara
flower water want
You have to water the flowers you want to grow. Stephen Covey
flower heart woods
Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised. Vanna Bonta
flower sleep buried
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep. Suzanne Collins
flower swimming sight
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.
flower use brushes
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
flower games down-and
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.
flower blue flare-up
It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.
flower night tree
The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.
flower mad tree
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees. Sue Townsend
flower fall rivers
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever. Robert Burns
flower violet snowdrops
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.