Flowers Quotes - Page 2

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

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

When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!

since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought -
But no, a butterfly.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

If Springtime crawls out of the

wild mouths of flowers, then
surely, Winter crawls out of mine.

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

- Ты хочешь знать, как быть, если сделал что-то не так? Отвечаю, детка: никогда не проси про�

Al cielo non chiedo altro che una casa piena di libri e un giardino pieno di fiori

When the young woman
leans over the sky,
about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,
her white front splits open
until her milk runs.

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

How did these organs of plant sex manage to get themselves cross-wired with human ideas of value and status and Eros? And what might our ancient attraction for flowers have to teach us about the deeper mysteries of beauty - what one poet has called "this grace wholly gratuitous"? Is that what it is? Or does beauty have a purpose? (64)

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that

Flowers and fruits are always fit presents; flowers, because they are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

Maa kuohuu syreenien sinipunaisia terttuja,
pihlajain valkeata kukkahärmää,
tervakkojen punaisia tähtisikermiä.
Sinisiä, keltaisia, valkeita kukkia
lainehtivat niityt mielettöminä merinä.
Ja tuoksua!
Ihanampaa kuin pyhä suitsutus!
Kuumaa ja värisevää ja hulluksijuovuttavaa,
pakanallista maan ihon tuoksua!