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No Scripture is exhausted by a single explanation. The flowers of God's garden bloom not only double, but sevenfold; they are continually pouring forth fresh fragrance.
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
I've done flowers and kicked myself. Flowers are so lame.
Benefits please like flowers while they are fresh.
The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.
And the fruits will outdo what the flowers have promised.
How absurd these words are, such as beast and beast of prey. One should not speak of animals in that way. They may be terrible sometimes, but they're much more right than men. . . They're never in any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don't flatter and they don't intrude. They don't pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky.
The greatest demand is not to demand anything, and the greatest service of love is not to turn it into a business: "You kiss me, I'll bring flowers to you. I brought flowers to you, why didn't you kiss me?"-your American way.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.
All the wonders of the Greek civilization heaped together are less wonderful than the single book of Psalms. Greece had all that this world could give her; but the flowers of Paradise blossomed in Palestine alone.
There is no road of flowers leading to glory.
I am against the florists and floristry! Let the flowers not be the toys of our pleasures!
Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it.
The best thing about becoming successful is that you get flowers all the time.
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than gratitude.
I think flowers are very beautiful things. Very nice and innocent things. They don't harm anybody.
Is it possible to be a revolutionary and like flowers?