Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
People overthink flowers. They are afraid to mix and match, so they don't do anything!
In all things rest is sweet; there is sur feit even in honey, even in Aphrodite s lovely flowers.
I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years. . . "Rather like flowers pressed between the pages of a book!
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.
The best and sweetest flowers of paradise God gives to His people when they are upon their knees. Prayer is the gate of heaven.
I was only loosely aware of [Georgia] O'Keeffe's work. Primarily, I had seen her famous paintings of skulls with flowers, which are not my favorite. I didn't really become familiar with her work until after I started writing the book, but the more I learned about her the more I admired her.
Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds.
Look in the perfumes of flowers and of nature for peace of mind and joy of life.
Is love the sweetness of flowers?
The habit of a midwinter festivity had come by the dawn of history (and probably very long before) to seem a natural one to the British, and not one to be eradicated by changes of political or religious fashion. . . . It was general custom in pagan Europe to decorate spaces with greenery and flowers for festivals, attested wherever records have survived.
Flowers are the fastest way to a woman's heart. Well, actually, the fastest way is through her rib cage, but flowers are a lot less messy.
When the State withers, humanity flowers.
Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.
who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.
I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds, The gray and wintry sides of many glens, And did but half remember human words, In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.
There are some of us who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese or wild flowers is a right as inalienable as free speech.
You can grow flowers from where dirt use to be.