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

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...

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

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

My pockets had always puzzled Weena, but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.

My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you’ve got the garden, I’ve got my whole life.

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.

They were no longer standing the way he’d stood them, no longer engaged in the glorious basking that overwhelmed him on the headland. They were leaning toward the light now, craning toward it. He’d been...

I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.

I will withdraw from both clubs and I’ll — I’ll pull up every weed off every Yankee’s grave I can find and I’ll plant flowers, too — and — I just dare anyone to stop...

In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.

All the men send you orchids because they’re expensive and they know that you know they are. But I always kind of think they’re cheap, don’t you, just because they’re expensive. Like telling someone how...

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.

And that night he couldn’t sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell...

There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”And the white rose...

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn’t know where to put it.

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell...

An enemy is like a man’s most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

My favorite flower lost its voice, and through aroma therapy and the assistance of both my nostrils, I’m trying to help it get it back.

The Scarcity of Flowers in the society made guys settle for weeds and grasses…. Trust me i’ll rather import a Rose than being contended with thorns.

Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can...

I’ve worked in construction, in a factory sewing clothes. I also sold flowers and doughnuts – just odd jobs to try to make 10 pesos, which is equivalent to 20 cents.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

Ephemerals: That’s what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I...

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

Flowers of sin, like some black sun,Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are...

Be a tree of love and let it bloom with flowers of happiness.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they...

Flowers and fear are a lot alike. For one, flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two, I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden.

Endless love and voluptuous appetite pervaded this stifling nave in which settled the ardent sap of the tropics. Renée was wrapped in the powerful bridals of the earth that gave birth to these dark growths,...

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

Flowers are almost perfect; their only flaw is that they are weak; they can’t protect themselves against the evil!

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.” ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Flowers are happy things.

Flowers that are 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...

I have lost my smile,but don’t worry.The dandelion has it.

One person’s weed is another person’s wildflower.

Flowers make me irrationally happy.

If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and a thousand interesting things. But happily the collector prevents all that, either killing...

… on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she’d cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile...

Little deeds are like little seeds, they grow to flowers or to weeds.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.

The flowers like me back.

Leon reads aloud from an article in the Reader’s Digest about voting to select a national flower. Leon votes for dandelions. Joseph and Clyde vote for grass.

Maa kuohuu syreenien sinipunaisia terttuja,pihlajain valkeata kukkahärmää,tervakkojen punaisia tähtisikermiä. Sinisiä, keltaisia, valkeita kukkialainehtivat niityt mielettöminä merinä.Ja tuoksua!Ihanampaa kuin pyhä suitsutus! Kuumaa ja värisevää ja hulluksijuovuttavaa,pakanallista maan ihon tuoksua!

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.