Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman-it just makes you look better to have a little color.
We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.
I remember getting flowers and champagne for being one of the first black artists on MTV. That was a big deal.
April, like a child,
Writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,
Wipes them away and forgets.
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.
Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace,
and sudden flame catching.
My last book, 'The Language of Flowers,' I wrote completely on naptime, when my little kids were asleep.
You cannot endow even the best machine with initiative; the jolliest steamroller will not plant flowers.
Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.
I was more of, like, into butterflies, insects, playing out in the yard, planting flowers. I was really into plants.
All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
There are people who may be trusted, men as well as women. There are are as many difference in their natures as there are flowers in these meadows.
There are as many kinds of love as there are flowers and bugs put together but men and women and their needs are all the same.
Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.
When you go through something, like, you learn to appreciate little things - the birds, trees, flowers.
I used to cut out paper dolls.
Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.
Paper Moon didn't bring me love.
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose,
But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
The flowers are ravined
by bees, the fruit blossoms
are thrown to the ground, the wind
the rain forces everything.
As the Arabs say, "The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
Protecting a border is not a nice thing. It is not a matter of aesthetics; it cannot be done with flowers and teddy bears.
One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men.
Characters are not created on paper or laptop alone.
From my experience of life I believe my personal motto should be: 'Beware of any man bringing flowers.
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.
Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect.
We should cultivate the serenity, because in the substance of sincerity germinate the most beautiful flowers of the Spirit.
Set your goals to paper and you are halfway there!
As meditation flowers, you find that on one hand truth has revealed to you all its mysteries and on the other blissfulness is showering all its treasures on you.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
When I first started running, I was so embarrassed I'd walk when cars passed me. I'd pretend I was looking at the flowers!
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
People don't want to pay for pitches. They want to see it. If you hear one more time, "Well, that's execution-dependent." Everything's execution-dependent! If there's something that's going to be a little bit more interesting than The Untitled Slinky Movie, then I think that writers that want to do interesting work and at the same time commercial work need to put it down on paper. So agents and producers that writers are working with are encouraging them to get it on paper because the studios like to see what they're buying rather than just imagine what it could be.
Paper has more patience than people.
Our civilization depends largely on paper.
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers, come and stand beside me, we can find a better way.
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.
As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.
The WB never treated us well, so we didn't expect a lot of farewell wishes and flowers or cards.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?
I want viewers to see that everything is connected, even the little guys like pollinators and flowers.
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Break open
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.
In whatever name or form they are offered, all these flowers are laid at God's feet, for He is the one Lord of all, the one Soul of all souls.
As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.
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