When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into
Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul
Must we always teach our children with books? Let them look at the stars and the mountains above. Let them look at the waters and the trees and flowers on Earth. Then they will begin to think, and to think is the beginning of a real education.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
In the hope of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.
Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
When words escape, flowers speak.
Bread feeds the body indeed, but the flowers also feed the soul.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul.
Flowers grow in inches, but are destroyed by feet
In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
Don't hurry, don't worry. You're only here for a short visit. So be sure to stop and smell the flowers.
You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behavior control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers
When a husband brings his wife flowers for no reason, there's a reason.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?