We can choose to gather to our hearts the thorns of disappointment, failure, loneliness, and dismay in our present situation. Or we can gather the flowers of God's grace, boundless love, abiding presence, and unmatched joy. I choose to gather the flowers.
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.
I arrange flowers in my spare time. Well, when I have spare time, that is.
The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
Perseverance gives power to weakness, and opens to poverty the world's wealth. It spreads fertility over the barren landscape, and buds the choicest flowers and fruits spring up and flourish in the desert abode of thorns and briars.