I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

I always notice flowers.

I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

You may bend, but that will not bring your life to an end. Your refusal to give up is the key; your rose flowers blossom from the thorns of life!

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

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?

When the young womanleans over the sky,about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,her white front splits openuntil her milk runs.

Suddenly Damask found herself staring down at the flowers through a dazzle of tears. The words sounded so innocent and so disarming – she remembered that she hadn’t wanted to come through the beautiful woods...

Chcę czerwień zerwać z kwiatów polnych,Czerwienią nocy spalić krew,Jak piersi nieba chcę być wolny,W chmury się wbić w koronach drzew.

Now I understand why you grow so many flowers.”She shifted her head, not understanding.I said, “To cover the stink of sulphur.

An Evening AirI go out in the grey eveningIn the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey eveningIn the air...

this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.

A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut...

I love your roots, not the flower everybody sees!

THE LILIESThis morning it was, on the pavement, When that smell hit me again And set the houses reeling. People passed like rain: (The way rain moves and advances over the hills) And it was...

Gods must be crazyFlowers must be daisyClouds must be hazyWinds must be lazyWhat else it could be…My heart must be in love lately…

Down close to certain flowersall excesses are sufficiencies

If you strip away my flowery language, you’ll figure out I’m really talking about bees.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

If we’d put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone’s flowers. I wanted them to be mt flowers.

Yes, just like those flowers. There’s something strained, but there’s beauty in that. Something like that

I couldn’t have found a better man than Brad. He still opens doors for me and brings me flowers. He’s the sweetest goofball on the planet.

Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.

You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.

Inside, everything is clean, pretty and bright. There are vases of flowers on every surface and it smells sweet, like lemon cake. At the end of the room are French windows. They need painting too,...

That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells,and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…

now. ” She did not free Leonard yet, and the knife plunged deeper into his heart as the train drew up at Hilton. But remorse had become beautiful.

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.

I have rose-colored glasses. The frames have thorns.

There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and...

When I got a networking event, I don’t see a crowd of strangers—I see an admiring audience waiting for me to perform so they can applaud me and throw me flowers and business. I always...

The real wealth of a good gardener is not his salary but the marvellous flowers he is raising in the garden!

I won’t regret, because you can grow flowers where dirt used to be.

I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces,And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,So I trust, too.

Don’t wait until people are dead to give them flowers.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn

Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare – one might take a name from that.

A daffodil bulb will divide and redivide endlessly. That’s why, like the peony, it is one of the few flowers you can find around abandoned farmhouses, still blooming and increasing in numbers fifty years after...

Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes representing any scene that happened...

Love isn’t all flowers, candles, and dancing midgets. No, it is much, much taller than all that.

Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins of Numantia; while around them cities have changed their masters and their...

You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart — and here are the flowers.

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.

Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts and the brutes and the monsters and the birds, and the flowers, and...

If I wasn’t going to be a surgeon, I wanted to be a farmer or grow oranges or something like that. I grow flowers now – orchids. That is something that I find very interesting.

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.

Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don’t know, if you will ever come...

But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail

What a lovely thing a rose is!”He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It...