How many of us have lately taken the time out to look at the sky; marvel at the clouds; smell the flowers; or smelt the fresh scent of rain; bought a stranger a cup of tea or coffee; given our time to...
A small grove of linden trees grew on the far side of the lake, below the palace. Dortchen made her way there carefully, not wanting to be seen so close to the King's residence. The trees were in full...
Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.
The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Love caught me with my pants down, watering skeleton flowers and humming the blues.
Roses, she thought sardonically, All trash, m’dear.
When the time has come, every leaf turns to face the sun!
My pockets had always puzzled Weena, but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them
Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.
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.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?
One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.
I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.
Man is hypocrite! He says that he loves flowers but he kills them for his own simple interests and for his own joy! Man is hypocrite!
The Gentle GardenerI'd like to leave but daffodils to mark my little way,To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray;I'd like to pass away from earth and feel I'd left behindBut roses and f...
Down close to certain flowersall excesses are sufficiencies
The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!