Top 1200 Blooming Flower Quotes & Sayings - Page 13

Most guys with toupees overcompensate. They want too much hair. They end up piling it high, looking like a weird flower.

The anthropologists are busy, indeed, and ready to transport us back into the savage forest where all human things ... have their beginnings; but the seed never explains the flower.

Verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse soil To the white flower of immortal beauty

How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

Live now. When you are eating, eat. When you are loving, love. when you are talking with someone, talk. When you are looking at a flower, look. Catch the beauty of the moment!

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself!

For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.

The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flower

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect, as a wild-flower discovered on the prairies of the West or in the jungles of the East.

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

A clever man without wisdom is like a beautiful flower without fragrance.

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

I can't think of any flower that wouldn't be suitable to merge with an image of a newborn, and as I was planning for the book, Miracle, I was drawn to blossoms that appealed to me artistically.

A good woman is the loveliest flower that blooms under heaven; and we look with love and wonder upon its silent grace, its pure fragrance, its delicate bloom of beauty.

Give because you love to give - as the flower pours forth its perfume.

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

The idea of having a house, a kid, a husband, and a dog... I love that. I also really want to open a coffee and flower shop one day, probably in Italy.

I thought maybe I should write or study law. I even had the idea to open a flower shop. But I was so fascinated with film, I couldn't stay away.

I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of my youth I will write a poem to finish this essay. It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn't inspire me to poetry what will?

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower. [Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]

The seeds of Death are sown in us when we begin to live, and grow up till, like rampant weeds, they choak the tender flower of life.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

Love you not, then, to list and hear The crackling of the gorse-flower near, Pouring an orange-scented tide Of fragrance o'er the desert wide?

As a bee without harming the flower, its colour or scent, flies away, collecting only the honey, even so should the sage wander in the village.

I'm not a wilting flower. I'm honest, so I pick a lot of fights. I've burned a lot of bridges.

On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; The rocks moan wildly as it passes by; Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand, And not a flower adorns the dreary land.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Why not a space flower? Why do we always expect metal ships?

Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.

The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.

God is the very creative energy of existence - creativity rather than a creator. He is not the poet but the poetry, not the dancer but the dance, not the flower but the fragrance.

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.

I actually sewed my own wedding dress and I sewed my flower girl dresses.

A flower can't choose the place where it blooms, and a child can't choose the parents she's born to

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

When every brake hath found its note, and sunshine smiles in every flower.

It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.

Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams.

Snow Flower was my old same for life. I had a greater and deeper love for her than I could ever feel for a person who was my husband.

The flower which we do not pluck is the only one which never loses its beauty or its fragrance.

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

If you see a kid in school, who is a little shy ... that's when you should reach out. When you do, you are going to open up a flower and discover something wonderful.

A little rain can straighten a flower stem. A little love can change a life.

By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive Truth.

Don't give your loved one a flower, because it too has a loved one! Let the flowers live!