I do not much care for nature, and believe that flowers belong in vases rather than loose and untidy on the ground.
Even rain and wind and stormy clouds bring joy, just as knowing animals and flowers and where they live.
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.
A human being is like a seed. Either you can keep it as it is, or you can make it grow into a wonderful tree with flowers and fruits.
I don't find these technical things like flowers and chocolates romantic at all. I think Valentine's Day makes no sense.
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Flowers are one of the few things we buy, bring home, watch die, and we don't ask for our money back.
I raise my pelvis to God
so that it may know the truth of how
flowers smash through the long winter.
I read in all forms: paper, computer, phone, audio.
My first feeling about the paper and the attitude is that it is absurd.
Most paper money initially existed as a substitute for gold. That's what gave it value. But right now what gives a currency value is other currency. Most countries hold reserves and the reserves are other currencies. If you are a backing up the euro with the dollar, what's backing up the dollar? I don't think it is going to go to a point where all you have is coins and bars of gold, but I do think that we are going to have to go back to a monetary system based in gold, not based on paper.
The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.
I wish I could just project everything on the paper.
A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)
But that's the thing about basketball: you don't play games on paper.
I only included things that everybody likes, like violence, flowers, children, women, friendship and death.
Just the sound of the paper ripping relaxes me.
Life before toilet paper was not worth living.
The first rule in keeping secrets is nothing on paper.
Science confounds everything; it gives to the flowers an animal appetite, and takes away from even the plants their chastity.
It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.
Paper is at the center of so many of the elements of the development of civilization.
I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it
But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.
I love spilling my creativity on paper. I just draw.
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .
You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.
They say pu$$y and paper is poetry power and pistols.
Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits and flowers, but beyond them I saw troubles and thorns innumerable.
This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.
Of course a politician's promise isn't worth the paper it's written on.
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.
Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.
You can only write by putting words on a paper one at a time.
Of course not,” said Hermione. “Everything we need is here on this paper.
I do worry that the days of the physical paper are seriously numbered.
The line between education and brainwashing is paper thin
The heart of the melody can never be put down on paper.
Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.
Glory fills the world with virtue, and, like a beneficent sun, covers the whole earth with flowers and with fruits.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die
The Sunday paper is an odd British cultural tradition.
Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white.
You always have to remember - no matter what you're told - that God loves all the flowers, even the wild ones that grow on the side of the highway.
I still have my laptop but I haven't used it. I'm a paper man, not electronic.
Sometimes I worry about the amount of paper I waste.
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
Documents create a paper reality we call proof.
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
I'm not one of those to say Kyoto is not worth the paper it's printed on.
Surely, no one hoped for so many things. Hold the flowers close to your heart; they may someday bloom.
I don't need a piece of paper to suggest that I can commit myself.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience.
More info...