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.

There have been a lot of people behind the scenes working on dinners, staging flowers and flags. They’re also having trees come in, they’re going to have a tree representing each campus, and then there’s...

Flowers carry not only beauty but also the silent song of love. You just have to feel it.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

The mind is the laboratory where products, both fake and genuine are manufactured. People grow wild weeds, others grow flourishing flowers!

I knew I was in love because I had butterflies in my stomach. Also in there I had flowers, a few rainbows, and leftover unicorn from the bbq the day before.

I had a dream about you. Of all the flowers I’ve ever loved, you were the one who looked most like a woman. The others didn’t look like men, unless you count my Uncle Butch,...

If you are a sensitive person, you don’t give flowers to others, because you know that the flowers – these miraculous beauties and the wondrous jewels of our cosmos – excessively deserve to live!

Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.

She would also be creating her own bridal bouquet. She wanted to feel the fragility and softness of each petal. And to make the single flowers stronger than they’d been separately. Just as she was...

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

The GeraniumWhen I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,She looked so limp and bedraggled,So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,Or a wizened aster in late September,I brought her back in againFor a...

Jeb’d said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue.

I feel there will be a time. A time when there will be no agony. I will never cry. There will come a time when my smile will be genuine. You will be able to...

The flowers’ beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.

I network like a salmon in a bear costume. Why swim upstream when the honeybee has all the flowers? Is anything more romantic than roses on a grave?

Let a thing be but a sort of punctual surprise, like the first cache of violets in March, let it be delicate, painted and gratuitous, hinting that the Creator is solely occupied with aesthetic considerations,...

Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.

Vase[Why weep Come back tomorrow There are also poisonous flowers and flowers always open in the evening she loves the cinema she has been in Russia Love married with disdain Pearl-studded watch a trip to...

There are no flowers in the Moon; that’s why the Moon is a boring place!

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall,...

Don’t let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden.

By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.

Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels...

I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that’s too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around the world and try to leave my fingerprints, everywhere. My fingerprints mingled in...

Certain girls deserve lots of flowers. You are one of them.

If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.

I stopped in front of a florist’s window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing me, behind the glass curtain,...

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse…throw them away.

Walking in the mountain with bare foot, Teasing the flowers with heavy soot, Touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girlsIt is joyful, jolly like the flying. Swimming in the rivers, tearing the clothes...

Your silence exists as does my self gathering. But so does the almost absolute silence of the world’s dawning. In such suspension, before every utterance on earth, there is a cloud, an almost immobile air....

Some people hate the rain, other appreciate it for the blooming flowers.

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in...

Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers were quick explosive orgasms, like making love in the shower.

Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time,...

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I’m...

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

The fact that we’re not lovers makes us more like bees and flowers than rabbits.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

Here is a dream-life: A life amongst the flowers!

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs...

I hear he liked flowers pretty well.””Yes,” said Annie, “he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him.”–“Out, Brief Candle

He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of her […] Let us open the window and see if your painting can...

Hobbies are like flowers on plant. They make the plant look beautiful and feel Proud.