List Of Flower Quotes

What Though Youth Gave Love And Roses, Age Still Leaves Us Friends And Wine

Rose! Thou Art The Sweetest Flower That Ever Drank The Amber Shower: Even The Gods, Who Walk The Sky, Are Amourous Of Thy Scented Sigh.

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.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets.

...my Boredom Might Be Described As A Malady Affecting External Objects And Consisting Of A Withering Process; An Almost Instantaneous Loss Of Vitality--just As Though One Saw A Flower Change In A Few Seconds From A Bud To Decay And Dust.

I Always Figure I Have This Tree And There's Always Some Green Fruit That's Not Ready To Pick Or Blossoms That Are Ready To Flower; There Are Always Some Ready To Drop Off Too.

Flowers Are The Fastest Way To A Woman's Heart. Well, Actually, The Fastest Way Is Through Her Rib Cage, But Flowers Are A Lot Less Messy.

And The Heart That Is Soonest Awake To The Flowers Is Always The First To Be Touch'd By The Thorns.

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.

Looking At A First Assembly Is Kind Of Like Looking At An Overgrown Garden. You Can't Just Wade In With A Weed Whacker; You Don't Yet Know Where The Stems Of The Flowers Are.

We Don't Like Flowers That Do Not Wilt; They Must Die, And Nine She-camel Hairs Aid Memory.

If Writing Novels Is Like Planting A Forest, Then Writing Short Stories Is More Like Planting A Garden. The Two Processes Complement Each Other, Creating A Complete Landscape That I Treasure. The Green Foliage Of The Trees Casts A Pleasant Shade Over The Earth, And The Wind Rustles The Leaves, Which Are Sometimes Dyed A Brilliant Gold. Meanwhile, In The Garden, Buds Appear On The Flowers, And Colorful Petals Attract Bees And Butterflies, Reminding Us Of The Subtle Transition From One Season To The Next.

My Father Used To Say, "superior People Never Make Long Visits, Have To Be Shown Longfellows Grave, Or The Glass Flowers At Harvard."

The Heavy Smell Of Flower Petals Stroked The Walls Of My Lungs.

No Matter What Terror The Earth Could Produce - Winds, Seas - A Person Could Produce The Same, Lived With The Same, Lived With All That Mixed-up Nature Swirling Inside, Every Bit. There Was Nothing As Complex In The World - No Flower Or Stone - As A Single Hello From A Human Being.

Like Flowers Scattered In A Storm, A Man's Life Is A Long Farewell.

Lost Opportunities, Lost Possibilities, Feelings We Can Never Get Back. That's Part Of What It Means To Be Alive. But Inside Our Heads - At Least That's Where I Imagine It - There's A Little Room Where We Store Those Memories. A Room Like The Stacks In This Library. And To Understand The Workings Of Our Own Heart We Have To Keep On Making New Reference Cards. We Have To Dust Things Off Every Once In Awhile, Let In Fresh Air, Change The Water In The Flower Vases. In Other Words, You'll Live Forever In Your Own Private Library.

From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity.

Our National Flower Is The Concrete Cloverleaf.

The Waystone Was His, Just As The Third Silence Was His. This Was Appropriate, As It Was The Greatest Silence Of The Three, Wrapping The Others Inside Itself. It Was Deep And Wide As Autumn’s Ending. It Was Heavy As A Great River-smooth Stone. It Was The Patient, Cut-flower Sound Of A Man Who Is Waiting To Die.

It Was The Patient, Cut-flower Sound Of A Man Who Is Waiting To Die.

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.