flowers Quotes

“Don’t wait until people are dead to give them flowers.”

“stay strong through your pain grow flowers from it you have helped me grow flowers out of mine so bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly however you need just bloom”

“Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?”

“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t.”

“It was a disappointment that all men know —the artist most of all. The disappointment of reaching for the flower and having it fade the moment your fingers touch it.”

“I am Beloved and she is mine. I see her take flowers away from leaves she puts them in a round basket the leaves are not for her she fills the basket she opens the grass I would help her but the clouds are in the way how can I say things that are pictures I am not separate from her there is no place where I stop her face is my own and I want to be there in the place where her face is and to be looking at it too a hot thing”

“She sets down the bucket and undoes the latch. For a few seconds, all she does is breathe in the scent of the flowers, and then she turns to me and, without a word, kisses me. When she pulls away, she says, ‘No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.’”

“Nothing my Father and I have made is ever wasted,” he said quietly, “and the little wild flowers have a wonderful lesson to teach.”

“If God had amused himself inventing the lilies of the field, he surely knocked His own socks off with the African parasites.”

“The flower whisperer who made everyone and everything around her bloom. Her light is still with us, growing love across the universe.”

“No youths have sung the marriage song for me, My bridal bed No maids have strewn with flowers from the lea, ‘Tis Death I wed.”

“When in April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower”

“There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair”

“Perfume is the soul of the flower, and sea-flowers have no soul.”

“That’s a hibiscus, isn’t it, Aunty? ”

A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact, or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched. ”

“P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.”

“They smell like licorice! And cheese!”

“They’ll take us down fast to the Birthday Flower Jungle. The best-sniffing flowers that anyone grows we have grown to be sniffed by your own private nose.”

“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?”

“Did u hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned 2 walk without having feet Funny, it seems but by keeping its dreams it learned 2 breathe fresh air Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”

“I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.”

“As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its colour or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.”

“Flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are a friend, I won’t forget. Your name is so precious, it will never grow old. Its engraved in my heart, in letters of gold.”

“Once in the middle of the day, in the open country, just as the sun beat most fiercely against the old plated lanterns, a bared hand passed beneath the small blinds of yellow canvas, and threw out some scraps of paper that scattered in the wind, and farther off lighted like white butterflies on a field of red clover all in bloom.”

“On the third of June, at a minute past two, where once was a person, a flower now grew... The world was much crueler an hour ago. I’m glad someone decided to give flowers a go.”

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”

“Say she rail; why, I’ll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I’ll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash’d with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I’ll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.”

“Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.”

“O how beautiful, look at the crimson snow! And up there on the rocks there are ever so many roses!”

“Her smile put the sunflower to shame.”

“Geric,” she called. He turned back around. “What kind of flowers were they?” “I don’t rightly know,” he said. He made faltering gestures with his hands, forming their size and shape from the air. “They were yellow, and smallish, and had lots of petals.” “Thank you,” she said. “They were beautiful.”

“If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.”

“Time is against her, but she takes some of it anyway, carefully selecting Daisy-brand pumps with a blue leather flower on a clear plastic throat, as if the choice is of utmost importance. And it is. The Daisys will be the insurgency she brings off tonight, and every night.”

“Is the plant complete when it flowers? When it goes to seed? When the seeds sprout? When everything turns into compost?”

“At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the lively dissonance of its colours. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation - the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.”

“For Monet, on this occasion, water lilies were the measure of water lilies; and so he painted them.”

“But not Ferdinand. When he got to the middle of the ring he saw the flowers in all the lovely ladies’ hair and he just sat down quietly and smelled.”

“What a day it was! Flags were flying, bands were playing... and all the lovely ladies had flowers in their hair. They had a parade into the bull ring.”

“Together we would walk along the cliff looking at the sea, and though the white men’s ship did not return that spring, it was a happy time. The air smelled of flowers and birds sang everywhere.”

“For the next day she was to know the great, wide world, the sun, the sky and the flowers.”

“She was burning…the girl! It was not the shed, it was the girl they were talking about—the little who looked so like a flower was inside that fire!”

“The mice kept their half of the bargain and worked quite hard every day. They made sure that the flowers were always fresh and artistically arranged. They polished the congregation’s shoes while they listened to the sermon. If there was a wedding they all went outside to pick up the confetti, and if anyone had thrown rice they picked that up too and made a big rice pudding for supper.”

“Little bears have short memories and in a few days Bruce forgot all about ever being a giant of a bear. For all he knew Roxy’s flower garden was a beautiful leafy green forest with plenty of room to roam.”

“In An Apple Tree In September, when the apples were red, To Belinda I said, ‘Would you like to go away To Heaven, or stay Here in this orchard full of trees All your life?’ And she said, ‘If you please I’ll stay here-where I know, And the flowers grow.’ ”

“I have never forgotten what he said - that this land was fair land, the fairest of them all. This is where the lilies bloom.”

“Persephone is the Goddess of Spring by title only. The truth is, since she was a little girl, flowers have shriveled at her touch.”

“Persephone is the Goddess of Spring by title only. The truth is, since she was a little girl, flowers have shriveled at her touch.”

“Meanwhile the angry gardener chased the dogs off the flower beds.”

“Charles picked a flower and gave it to Smudge.”

“One is the Springmouse who turns on the showers. Then comes the Summer who paints in the flowers. The Fallmouse is next with the walnuts and wheat. And Winter is last…with little cold feet.”

“Flowers can get brown and dried out when they die, and lose their petals, whereas people usually get pale and a bit more yellow than normal. They might look as if they’re sleeping.”

“Just think about the shape of beans and flowers and mice and big machines!”

“The Oglers have blossomed like roses in May.”

“February turned into March and Hiccup was still thinking. A few flowers made the mistake of appearing and were immediately blasted out of existence by a couple of hard frosts that had kept themselves back for this very purpose.”

″‘Really, there’s nothing to see.’ Nothing... only this: a great lawn where flowerbeds bloomed...”

“The wisest men in the world have but one opinion, and it is this. We know that Adam gave names to all the flowers created, and as this flower has remained unnamed since the days of Eden, it is doubtless one which was forgotten at the Creation, and the Lord has only just remembered to make it.”

“You can have the daisies. Give me the sidewalks of New York.”

“This Bad Harry and my naughty little sister used to play together quite a lot in Harry’s garden, or in our garden, and got up to dreadful mischief between them, picking all the baby gooseberries, and the green blackcurrants, and throwing sand on the flower-beds, and digging up the runner-bean seeds, and all the naughty sorts of things you never, never do in the garden.”

″‘Nothing is ever finished and done with in this world,’ said Old Parson. ‘You may think a seed was finished and done with when it falls like a dead thing into the earth; but when it puts forth leaves and flowers next spring you see your mistake.‘”

“When the bees’ feet shake the bells of the heather, and the ruddy strings of the sap-stealing dodder are twined about the green spikes of the furze, it is summertime on the commons.”

Foreign Lands Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before.

“Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The gay smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!”

“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: ‘Winter is dead.‘”

“When they looked at the flowers, Giglio was utterly unacquainted with botany, and had never heard of Linnaeus. When the butterflies passed, Giglio knew nothing about them, being as ignorant of entomology as I am of Algebra.”

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

“We should appreciate the beauty in the diversity. It would be a boring world, if every flower were the same shape, color and size.”