I want my flowers while I'm alive.
I have gathered a posy of other mens flowers and only the thread that bonds them is my own.
Don't wait until people are dead to give them flowers.
My assistants generally do all the flowers and all of the decorative work. I concentrate on the figure.
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.
In all things rest is sweet; there is sur feit even in honey, even in Aphrodite s lovely flowers.
Now I want you to listen to me," he said in a low voice, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "And listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. You are going to marry me before this week is out. Since you have conveniently run off to Scotland, we don't need a special license. You're just lucky I don't haul you off to a church right this instant. Get yourself a dress and get yourself some flowers, because, sweeetheart, you're getting yourself a new name.
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature!
How true it is that, if we are cheerful and contented, all nature smiles, the air seems more balmy, the sky clearer, the earth has a brighter green. . . the flowers are more fragrant. . . and the sun, moon, and stars all appear more beautiful, and seem to rejoice with us.
Wisdom happens through meditation, and bliss also happens through meditation. Both the flowers bloom on the same branch.
Be a loving person rather than in a love relationship - because relationships happen one day and disappear another day. They are flowers; in the morning they bloom, by the evening they are gone.
I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house. ” “Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.
i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain
Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
A marching army first crushes the flowers before the enemy; but even before this, it crushes its own conscience! Conscience and killing cannot be together.
There are as many jealousies in life as there are different flowers or trees or animals.
And by another year, Such as God knows, with freer air, More fruits and fairer flowers Will bear, While I droop here.