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Last updated on December 22, 2024.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
My home is my castle, and I spend a lot of time nurturing it, redecorating - moving this and adjusting that, adding flowers and candles.
I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.
Even rain and wind and stormy clouds bring joy, just as knowing animals and flowers and where they live.
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.
I do not much care for nature, and believe that flowers belong in vases rather than loose and untidy on the ground.
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
Science confounds everything; it gives to the flowers an animal appetite, and takes away from even the plants their chastity.
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
Sing sweet, but put a little dirt in it.
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.
Abundance is mine. I cannot be deprived of my supply. The trees do not lack for leaves, nor do the flowers fail to bloom.
Being humble and sweet is the hardest thing you can do.
Acting is experience with something sweet behind it.
What sweet delight a quiet life affords.
The best and sweetest flowers of paradise God gives to His people when they are upon their knees. Prayer is the gate of heaven.
Lightbulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
I raise my pelvis to God
so that it may know the truth of how
flowers smash through the long winter.
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
There is a sweet joy that comes to us through sorrow.
The finest flowers of genius have grown in an atmosphere where those of Nature are prone to droop, and difficult to bring to maturity.
Surely, no one hoped for so many things. Hold the flowers close to your heart; they may someday bloom.
The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious to both sight and scent.
The highest genius never flowers in satire, but culminates in sympathy with that which is best in human nature, and appeals to it.
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.
Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.
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.
When you're with the nWo, when you're with Hollywood, you're just...too...sweet!
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.
I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.
The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
My mom is painfully sweet; she's from Nebraska.
And let them pass, as they will too soon,
With the bean-flowers' boon,
And the blackbird's tune,
And May, and June!
I eat chocolate and I love sweet treats.
I have a sweet tooth the size of Connecticut. It's a problem.
I've found my sweet spot here in public service.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
What makes bitter things sweet? Hunger.
Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.
By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits and flowers, but beyond them I saw troubles and thorns innumerable.
Hawthorn, white and odorous with blossom, framing the quiet fields, and swaying flowers and grasses, and the hum of bees.
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.
Hunger makes hard beans sweet.
Because life is short but sweet for certain
Took flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse. Put the girl asleep, then I went through her purse.
The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.
Off the ice, I can be soft, and I can be elegant and sweet.
Flowers are one of the few things we buy, bring home, watch die, and we don't ask for our money back.
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die
It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.
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!
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.
The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.