Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

If the rose is beautiful flower, it is also because it opens. (Si la rose est belle fleur, – C’est aussi parce qu’elle s’ouvre.)

Flower coffee—less caffeinated, more romantic. I wanted to be with her, but when I was, I felt like I’d rather wither.

Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

There is a place so pure and true, beyond your deep and restless thoughts you’ll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter, completely lost in time… It’s made of love, of magic dreams, where you...

Meditation expands our inner being. The inner being is like a small, individual river flowering towards the Ocean. In meditation, I feel how my inner being expands into an inner ocean, which is part of...

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered...

Is there anything more pathetic than a flower that doesn’t get enough sunlight and dies, because it couldn’t get out of bed until four in the afternoon?

We made love like Tuesday at noon, even though it was Thursday at 3:00, and then again at 3:03. (I have the stamina of a water lily).

Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you.

Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there.

Even artificial flowers have a vase. Life is Beautiful. (Même les fleurs artificielles Ont un vase. La vie est belle.)

When I see a dancing butterfly, When I see a half blooming flower,Their eager wish to make this world happy,My mind dances with joy,My soul emerges in happiness.

Believe in yourself,” with an accompanying image of a wilting flower.

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be...

A Dragon Rose is a flying flower that breathes fire. A relationship isn’t truly a romance if there isn’t a tiny element of danger involved.

Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that’s sitting on a pile of steaming feces.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

Act of giving something to others is an art of flowering your heart.

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your...

I morphed from a fly to a flower to a butterfly, which is like a combination flower and fly. I thought I was in love, but I was merely asleep.

A rose is a mix of thorns with a flower, and is therefore half fuck you and half fuck me. If I gave you a dozen, would you fuck me 12 times?

A moment is to the universe as the seed is to the flower.

Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Always be friendly, always be kind,Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

Behave like the flower; it blooms with its own petals without bothering to take the colour of another flower’s petals. You can excel with what you have!

In the immortal words of myself, “If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.” Likewise, if cyborgs one day come to be viewed as so human-like that they...

it takes a village to build success in publishing a book – it takes friends that are willing to help – it takes hours upon hours of no’s to get to a yes, it takes...

There is nothing more romantic than candles and flowers, except candles that smell like flowers and flowers that can be burned, as they flicker light while you dine alone and ponder how much of a...

A flowing flurry of flowers fell to the floor when I fell in love, as if my heart were a garden that gushed forth and flooded her being with the fragrance of romance.

On the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow… Then the heart speaks clearly of the things it knows, things it brought so dearly at...

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his...

Right, Virg. Groupies throw underwear on stage. They don’t throw flowers.

I want to make love like the most romantic thing ever, but I just don’t know how to go about learning how to fornicate like a flower.

Love is a peaceful feeling, like a flower hugging a butterfly.

I’ve never been the wilting flower. I’ve never been the girl who’s subservient to a man.

Rose spreads its fragranceHis fragrance is his message.

Let kindness be the flower of your heart and fragrance of your mind. Let it fill the world with peace, joy and the fragrance of kindness.

Love is the essence of life,Love is the universal language of all creation,Love is the eternal desire,Love is the life’s flower with fragrance to share,So feel the longing for love and being beloved.

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.

We were all born to be peaceful citizens of the world. Take care of your global garden and do not allow evil gardeners try to convince you which flowers are ugly and which should be...

I’m nothing. I’m just a humble man in a bumblebee costume trying to pollinate with a woman as romantic as a flower. Love doesn’t have to sting.

A rose will wilt in short time, but my garden is more vivacious for having one in it. Love is even more fragrant, but often just as fragile and fleeting, but I eagerly accept the...

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could...

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.

I have a tongue like a rose petal, and when I say I love you, it has the fragrance of truth. My words are my garden, and I’m planting our future.

My hands will get dirty holding your rose-like heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive.

Women are gifts, open them with care, judge them with leniecy, test and weigh their depths, then accept those with true worth and value.