Sunflower Quotes

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

The road to freedom is bordered with sunflowers.

Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

Make it like a sunflower.

The sunflower is a favorite emblem of constancy

The morning glories and the sunflowers turn naturally toward the light, but we have to be taught, it seems.

Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.

We are so impressed by scientific clank that we feel we ought not to say that the sunflower turns because it knows where the sun is. It is almost second nature to us to prefer explanations . . . with a large vocabulary. We are much more comfortable when we are assured that the sunflower turns because it is heliotropic. The trouble with that kind of talk is that it tempts us to think that we know what the sunflower is up to. But we don't. The sunflower is a mystery, just as every single thing in the universe is.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets.

There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.

True friends are like bright sunflowers that never fade away, even over distance and time

I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.

I am painting with the same enthusiasm as a Marseillaise eats bouillabaisse ... I am painting big sunflowers.