Flower Quotes - Page 19

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

For the mind to flower it has to go beyond what it knows.

A flower doesn't love you or hate you, it just exists.

Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower

No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.

One way can be learned by starting to see the magic in everything. Sometimes it seems to be hiding but it is always there. The more we can see the magic in one thing, a tiny flower, a mango, someone we love, then the more we are able to see the magic in everything and in everyone. Where does the mango stop and the sky begin?

One may live without bread, not without roses.

I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love.

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.

The flowers are Nature's jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty.

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.

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours.

Every soul is to be cherished, every flower is to bloom.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

Life is like a garden. Quite naturally, leaves wither and flowers fade. Only if we clear the decay of the past then and there can we really enjoy the beauty of the new leaves and flowers. Likewise, we must clear the murkiness of the past bad experiences from our minds. Life is remembrance in forgetfulness. Forgive what ought to be forgiven; forget what ought to be forgotten. Let us embrace life with renewed vigor. We should be able to face every moment of life with renewed expectation, like a freshly blossomed flower.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Ideas are like seeds, apparently insignificant when first held in the hand. Once firmly planted, they can grow and flower into almost anything at all, a cornstalk, or a giant redwood, or a flight across the ocean. Whatever a man imagines, he can achieve.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

I notice that you use plain, simple language, short words and brief sentences. That is the way to write English - it is the modern way and the best way. Stick to it; don't let fluff and flowers and verbosity creep in.