Flowers Quotes

Flowers Quote of the day

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Butterflies are not insects, ' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

In most gardens", the Tiger-lily said, "they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

God will reward you, ' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers." ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Somewhere on the world was the Emperor's palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

Flowers may beckon towards us but they speak toward heaven and God.

I always notice flowers.

Any noseMay ravage with impunity a rose.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night I mourn'd - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

From a child, I had an inordinate desire for knowledge and especially music, painting, flowers, and the sciences, Algebra being one of my favorite studies.

The earth laughs in flowers.

Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

I have lost my smile, but don't worry.The dandelion has it.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

I'm really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow... I stay at home and watch the river flow.

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.

I won't regret, because you can grow flowers where dirt used to be.

If you are a tree, smiles are your flowers. Bloom endlessly.

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

Gods must be crazyFlowers must be daisyClouds must be hazyWinds must be lazyWhat else it could be…My heart must be in love lately…

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

One person's weed is another person's wildflower.

Don't waste hate on pink geranium.

I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers.

Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where the madness of things has no limits.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.