Quotes
Quotes about Flowers
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
One by one the flowers close, Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers.
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love--strong love, that never can decay!
I have loved flowers that fade, Within those magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,-- And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close; Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy!--take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.
Flowers are words Which even a babe may understand.
A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Flowers. . . are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I hate flowersâI paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.
