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...

who knows if the moon’sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky–filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe’d go...

may flowers smell their scent!

If flowers were boogers, I’d pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.

She loves me. She must, because she left flowers in the fridge from her date. She knows how I love flower salad.

Animals fight wars; flowers practice peace.

Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature!

Flowers are the music of the earth.

I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I...

….breakups mean flowers.

Buying flowers is not just a way to bring home beauty. It’s an expression of confidence that better days are coming. It’s a defiant finger in the face of those naysayers who would have you...

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

Flowers are so inconsistent!

There was a great scene over some violets. They picked violets and filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. Poor little ladies!...

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...

Of all the flowers from a rose to a carnation, I’d die for reincarnation.

I had a dream about you. Flowers were overflowing in the cemetery, so we decided to have a picnic there. You brought apple pie, and I brought my Aunt Mildred, who’d been dead for some...

I like perfume and flowers.

No flower is happy in a vase, because vase is nothing but an ornate coffin for the flower.

I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped...

Planting a flower’s like opening a book, because either way you’re starting something. And your garden’s your library.

Any noseMay ravage with impunity a rose.

Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted with pale blue stars of blossom and chives nod heads of tousled purple....

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.

In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.

Somewhere on the world was the Emperor’s palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.

I wish I could grow swords like I can roses. Wouldn’t war be so romantic then? Then the U.S. could really show the world how much it loves it.

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.

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.

Final DispositionOthers divided closets full of mother’s things.From the earth, I took her poppies.I wanted those fandango foldsof red and black chiffon she doted on,loving the wild and Moorish music of them,coating her tongue with...

Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown, And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary And those kind smells, lovable but with no purpose All meant to be...

A cow’s heaven is a flower’s idea of hell.

I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers, trees, animals, and all the works of Nature as they pass before us...

God will reward you,’ he said. ‘You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.