Look in the perfumes of flowers and of nature for peace of mind and joy of life.
When I first started running, I was so embarrassed I'd walk when cars passed me. I'd pretend I was looking at the flowers!
A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.
Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.
I hope that I would be considered romantic. I don't know. . . one of my favorite movies is 'The Notebook' so I guess that would be considered romantic. But I think being romantic is more than the flowers and the gifts. It's about connecting with the person and being able to talk and share things with her.
A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The tints of the green carpet deepened; and when, one by one, the white daisies shrank away, there sprang up, in place of them, ten by ten of the ruby-red asphodel. And life arose in our paths; for the tall flamingo hitherto unseen, with all gay glowing birds, flaunted his scarlet plumage before us. The golden and silver fish haunted the river.
. . . my mother adorned with flowers whatever shabby house we were forced to live in.
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up
Start edifying the flowers. Stop pointing out the weeds.
I love like the 80s look - 80s and early 90s, like the high-waisted jeans and the crop tops, and the floral prints, and flowers and stuff like that. Big baggy jumpers. . . yeah, stuff like that.
I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.
What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.
Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.
We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.
Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!
Flowers flourish when they're watered, and shrivel up when they're not. People are no different. The best leaders are the ones who look for the best in people.
Flowers are born, and they wither. . .
I think gardens are fantastic, and I'd love to draw and design and stuff like that. I love just planting flowers during the summer. There's something very humble about it, and natural and beautiful.