Best 3249 quotes in «flower quotes» category

Plant the trees just for beauty, If flowers bloom or fruits ripen, Enjoy it as a gift and appreciate nature as a universal giver.

Planting a flower in the desert takes greater skill than growing a garden in a rain forest.

Planting your own garden is better than waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Plants Care For Flowers. Not Gods.

Plucking a rose only proves you desire it, but nurturing it proves you love it.

Plucking a flower and giving it to someone is not an act of kindness; it is a behaviour of killing a defenceless fragile beauty for the sake of our own interest!

REGRET FOR PEONY FLOWERS I'm saddened by the peonies before the steps, so red, As evening came I found that only two remained. Once morning's winds have blown, they surely won't survive, At night I gaze by lamplight, to cherish the fading red.

Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.

Risk all. Let life be a play, a risk, a gamble. And when you can risk all you will attain to a sharpness in your being: your soul will be born. The Golden Flower can bloom in you only if you are courageous, daring. It blooms only in courage.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower.

Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.

Rose is not the prettiest flower, neither water lily or petunia nor magnolia! An elegant soul is the prettiest flower on earth!

Roses do not bloom the same time as daisies.

Roses do not take beauty advice from weeds.

Rose spreads its fragrance His fragrance is his message.

Seeing the mud around a lotus is pessimism, seeing a lotus in the mud is optimism.

She's a kind of flower that takes a long time to bloom and she's waiting for someone who has enough patience to love her until she opens up.

She: I am heartbroken. I don't believe in love. He: Sensitive people get heartbroken. But they should never stop believing in love. Just as a flower takes time to bloom, one day love will bloom and make their life fragrant!

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

she was completely whole and yet never fully complete

Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers

Soil is the home of the flower. All flowers must live in their homes, not in somewhere else; not in a woman’s hair or not in a lover’s hands or not on a dinner table!

Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you’ve grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.

Some roads are covered with flower. Some hearts are full with kindness.

Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos; a flower growing in ruins of love's wreckage.

Spring brings warmth and blossom of flowers.

SPRING DAWN Spring dawn arrives unnoticed in my slumber, Till I hear birds twittering everywhere. It springs to mind a storm raged through overnight, Off it blew how many flowers I wonder?

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.

Summer was meeting everyone by throwing the rich carpet of blue periwinkles over the little hill under one of the spreading apricot trees, and by sparking off the lights of red and lilac decorative peas which crawled on the lattice boarding the vegetable garden

...Swann had, as he shook the Marquise's hand, seen her bosom from close to and from above, he plunged an attentive, serious, absorbed, almost anxious, gaze into the depths of her corsage, and his nostrils, intoxicated by the woman's perfume, quivered like a butterfly ready to go and settle on the half-glimpsed flower.

The color white is a blank canvas, just waiting to be written on. Compared to other more stimulating colors it is a refreshing change, a soothing and calm visual experience for the mind, which allows for imagination growth and creativity.

The beauty of a morning glory, is that of its patient wait for the sun to rise in the morning!

The depths of her thoughts will have you never wanting to surface for air...

THE BLOOM IS NOT A BLOOM The bloom is not a bloom, The mist not mist. At midnight she comes, And goes again at dawn. She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay? She goes like morning cloud, without a trace.

The flower was delicate and untouched. It possessed the potential to inspire, to serve a purpose. Yet there it lay, helpless on a disheveled plank of timber; somber, drifting, and alone. Nature meant it to live with color, swaying in the breeze and surrounded by life. But it did not uplift. It did not bring cheer as it should, drained of all light it once held. Where was the inspired affection? The friendship? The love? There was none. Darkness condemned the innocent to despair.

The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.

The golden flower blooms if you are ready to die to the past, if you are utterly in the present. And you can be utterly in the present only if you have no desire to be anywhere else in the future, if you have no desire to be somebody else. This I call enlightenment.

The flower replied: you fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, not for the sake of others. My joy consists in my being and my blossoming.

The loveliest roses sometimes bear the ugliest thorns.

The joy of success lies in the process or journey -- not so much on the destination, because one destination opens the door for another. It's like the beauty of watching a blossoming flower ... a bird taking flight for the first time or a child taking the first step ... Enjoy your process today as I am.

The Master doesn't try to be powerful; thus he is truly powerful. The ordinary man keeps reaching for power; thus he never has enough. The Master does nothing, yet he leaves nothing undone. The ordinary man is always ding things, yet many more are left to be done. […] Therefore the Master concerns himself With the depths and not the surface, With the fruit and not the flower. […] Teaching without words, Performing without actions: That is the Master’s way. […] The Master arrives without leaving, Sees the light without looking, Achieves without doing a thing. […] The Master is above the people, And no one feels oppressed. She goes ahead of the people, And no feels manipulated. The whole world is grateful to her. Because she completes with no one, No one can complete with her.

The more you love roses the more you must bear with thorns.

The seed must be buried, for the flower to bloom.

The smallest flowers still have to stretch to bloom.

The loveliest flowers sometimes bloom in the ugliest places.