The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.
Flowers are an education in a vase.
What good is it if you talk in flowers, and they think in pastry?
Broken lines do not know what they want. With their caprices they cut time up, abuse routes, slash the joyous flowers and split the peaceful fruits with their corners.
Waters are distilled out of Herbs, Flowers, Fruits, and Roots.
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.
I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.
Do not wonder that I am so religious. An artist who is not could not produce anything like this. I like praying there at the window when I look out on the green and at the sky. I study with the birds, flowers, God and myself.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
We are like flowers always reaching up towards some shred of light. I find this wondrous, nearly magical, certainly brave.
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking. " "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze. " "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will. " She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.
Art trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.
And the fruits will outdo what the flowers have promised.
Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.
Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.
Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset?
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.