Look in the perfumes of flowers and of nature for peace of mind and joy of life.
The forest waves, the morning breaks, The pastures sleep, ripple the lakes, Leaves twinkle, flowers like persons be And life pulsates in rock or tree.
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.
When your witnessing is ninety percent, your mind is reduced to ten percent. And when your witnessing is one hundred percent - total, absolute - the screen is empty, the film has disappeared. This is the state of meditation: when there are no thoughts, no feelings - nothing moves, everything stops. There is tremendous serenity. Out of this serenity, silence, peace, a new kind of experience arises, new flowers blossom.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
The hats were nearly all as though made by somebody who had once heard about flowers but never seen one huge muffs of horror.
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.
How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they.
Children are like tiny flowers: They are varied and need care, but each is beautiful alone and glorious when seen in the community of peers.
No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being -- because ideological orientation itself is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries. Thought creates boundaries, thought creates divisions and thought creates prejudices; thought itself cannot bridge them. That's why all ideologies fail. Now man must learn to live without ideologies religious, political or otherwise. When the mind is not tethered to any ideology, it is free to move to new understandings. And in that freedom flowers all that is good and all that is beautiful.
Friendship is Love with jewels on, but without either flowers or veil.
A genuine revival without joy in the Lord is as impossible as spring without flowers, or day-dawn without light.
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose, But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.
The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.
Lovely flowers are the smiles of god's goodness.
Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
