A Quote by Gautama Buddha

From a withered tree, a flower blooms — © Gautama Buddha
From a withered tree, a flower blooms

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Gautama Buddha
567 BC - 484 BC
Poor Fred - he's actually working on a typo, and somebody ought to tell him. Twice in the New Testament Jesus withered fig trees, Isaiah withered a fig tree, and there's another place in the Old Testament - I think it-s in Psalms - where a fig tree was withered. God hates figs, not fags!
Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms.
Silently a flower blooms, In silence it falls away; Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the flower, the whole of the world is blooming. This is the talk of the flower, the truth of the blossom; The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
A flower is not better when it blooms than when it is merely a bud; at each stage it is the same thing — a flower in the process of expressing its potential.
My mother named me after a miracle of nature: Waris means desert flower. The desert flower blooms in a barren environment where few living things can survive.
The very best relationship has a gardener and a flower. The gardener nurtures and the flower blooms.
(...) the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.
I think of love and marriage in the same way I do plants: We have perennials and annuals. The perennial plant blooms, goes away, and comes back. The annual blooms for just a season, and then winter arrives and takes it out for good. But it's still enriched the soil for the next flower to bloom. In the same way, no love is wasted.
Every flower blooms at a different pace.
Gratitude is a flower that blooms in noble souls.
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
As flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness.
The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.
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