Most popular flowers quotes
Consider the lilies of the world, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
Where flowers degenerate, man cannot live.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Whatever a man's age may be, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his buttonhole.
If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy.
I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
Never a daisy grows but a mystery guides the growing.
When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
Can flowers but droop in absence of the sun, Which waked their sweets?
Colors are the smiles of nature. When they are extremely smiling, and break forth into other beauty besides, they are her laughs, as in the flowers.
Say it with flowers.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest, and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Flowers may beckon toward us, but they speak toward heaven and God!
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more hopeful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine to the soul.
The flower has no weekday self, dressed as it always is in Sunday clothes.
Flowers...are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Flowers are the music of the ground From earth's lips spoken without sound.
Flowers...so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children—honored as the jewellery of God only by them.
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
All flowers are flirtatious—particularly if they carry hyphenated names. The more hyphens in the name, the flirtier the flower.
A root is a flower that disdains fame.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
The Amen! of Nature is always a flower.
Where flowers bloom, so does hope.
Flowers in a city are like lipstick on a woman—it just makes you look better to have a little color.
A flower is a plant's way of making love.
Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.
A flower touches everyone's heart.
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even one solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
Flowers and plants are silence presences; they nourish every sense except the ear.
Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.
One of the most attractive things about the flowers is their beautiful reserve.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
No wonder the tulip is the patron flower of Holland. Looking at it one almost smells fresh paint laid on in generous brilliance: doors, blinds, whole houses, canal boats, pails, farm wagons—all painted in greens, blues, reds, pinks, yellows.
Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the Rose.
A gush of violets along a wood path.