When considering female human beings, we should ask ourselves what kind of organisms become overjoyed when presented with decapitated plants as gifts? I suppose we should consider ourselves fortunate they do not become overjoyed when...

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

You can never forget the past unless you face up to it.

Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking...

It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that...

Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter, not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected.

Jacksonville’s official bird is the butterfly. The butterfly is also Jacksonville’s official flower.

A man should be more original than a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Flowers die and sugar sticks to your hips like a permanent record to a criminal.

You want to do something good for the flowers? Then, keep the flowers in the soil, in nowhere else!

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.

In love, treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful flower. Keep watering it, tend to its roots, give it lots of sunlight, and always make sure the petals are full of...

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.

You cannot have too many aconites. They cost, as I said before, about fifty shillings a thousand. A thousand will make a brave splash of colour, which lasts a month. If you can afford ten...

Gabby, I told you I’d give you space, but I never said I wouldn’t fill your space with flowers. Brad

I love to see the bud bursting into maturity; I love to mark the deepening tints with which the beams of heaven paint the expanded flower; nay, with a melancholy sort of pleasure, I love...

In the garden of my heartFlowers of loves were bloomingNot just to express the beauty But to spread the fragrance Of happiness.

Fireworks are flowers in the garden sky. My love is like New Year’s Eve, only less predictable and more daily.

I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

We’re like a gardener with a hose and our attention is water – we can water flowers or we can water weeds.

How did these organs of plant sex manage to get themselves cross-wired with human ideas of value and status and Eros? And what might our ancient attraction for flowers have to teach us about the...

In the spring and summer I watched my plants flower, but it was, perhaps, in winter that I loved them best, when their skeletons were exposed. Then I felt they had more to say to...

The earth laughs in flowers.

I thought he knew me better than most…Then one nigh Jack brought me flowers, a handful of fading daisies he’d picked up at a farm stand, but flowers all the same. That was the end;...

You are the beloved child of this universe, so live as if everything is yours. Every morning the sun is rising for you. The rays of light are kissing you, birds are singing for you,...

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in...

I’m a year older than 365 days ago, and I’m having trouble bending my knees and my lower back is killing me. Everything reminds me of death. Especially bending over all day to steal the...

In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would, especially hibiscus and mandavilla.

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

Killing flowers for our own happiness is a wrong attitude, it is a wrong culture! We must change this attitude and abolish this culture! Let the flowers live!

Let a hundred flowers bloom.

I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;That every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

The sun, rising and setting in splendid colors, never grows tired of its admirers―much like a lady, aglow with grace, never grows tired of chivalrous acts or pretty flowers.

On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn’t know Peter was out of town.

For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceansburned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I...

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.

Way of flowers.” Through these Ways or Do forms, the Japanese have sought to realize the Way of living itself. They have approached the universal through the particular.

Fuck off.

Why send roses? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to deliver a dozen orgasms? For only $19.95, I’ll deliver them to your woman any day of the year. But be sure to book early for Valentine’s...

Flowers, fragrance, and freedom make me think of her. Love turns the opposite inside out.

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

In the cold dark days of the winter, dream about the flowers to get warmed up!

A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves might be falling, but the space was still redolent with the odors of...

I’ll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

So long, I replied, may we all have one good flight before we rest among flowers and the orbits of hungry worms.

I don’t think men get enough flowers. A deeper pink or red peonies are my favorite. But I’ll take anything, really.

When tended the right way, beauty multiplies.

Flowers for me are just things to give to a beatiful woman.