Just as the bee takes the nectar and leaves without damaging the color or scent of the flowers, so should the sage act in a village.
And one of the things I find most moving is the way people with infirmities manage to embrace Life, and from the cool flowers by the wayside reach conclusions about the vast splendour of its great gardens. They can, if their souls' strings are finely tuned, arrive with much less effort at the feeling of eternity; for everything we do, they may dream. And precisely where our deeds end, theirs begin to bear fruit.
Flowers that bloom in the winter may not survive till spring.
I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about.
For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
I cultivate my flowers and burn my weeds.
Rumi says love turns thorns into flowers. This means that hate turns flowers into thorns!
Catch me, Seth," she invited. He paused. "Faeries chase," he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but before he could take a second step, she was behind him, arms around him, lips pressed against his neck. "I seem caught," he murmured. The Summer Queen whispered, "Me too. " And They fell together in a bed of flowers that now covered the floor
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.
In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.
And one might therefore say of me that in this book I have only made up a bunch of other people's flowers, and that of my own I have only provided the string that ties them together.
The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun.
At first, she loved nought else but flowers, And then-she only loved the rose; And then-herself alone; and then- She knew not what, but now-she knows.
Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.
The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again.
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
Only paper flowers are afraid of the rain.
Make great account of your precious trials, both interior and exterior; it is thus that the garden of Jesus is adorned with flowers, that is, with acts of virtue.
My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.
I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.