Flowers Quotes

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.

Gertrude S. Wister

Earth laughs in flowers.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.


Gardening, I told myself, is the most sociable of hobbies. The very nature of one's field of activities demands an audience. No one wants flowers to blush unseen or waste their sweetness.

Barbara Cheney

When a husband brings his wife flowers for no reason, there's a reason.

Molly McGee

Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore

Robert Louis Stevenson

Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.

George W. Bungay

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

Lewis Thomas

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.


The honey in the flower or lotus does not crave for bees; they do not plead with the bees to come. Since they have tasted the sweetness, they themselves search for the flowers and rush in. They come because of the attachment between themselves and sweetness. So, too, is the relationship between the woman who knows the limits and the respect she evokes.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba

In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.

Albert Schweitzer

Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands.

Japanese saying

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.

Jeremy Bentham

The river with its mask of trees cut a twisting path down through the valley. Two miles away he could see, beside a gigantic lonely oak, the white speck of his tent pitched and left while he went to record his homestead. A long time he sat there. AS he looked into the valley, Joseph felt his body flushing with a hot flluid of love. "This is mine," he said simply, and his eyes sparkled with tears and his brain was filled with wonder that this should be his. There was pity in him for the grass and the flowers; he felt that the trees were his children and the land his child. For a moment he seemed to float high in the air and to look down upon it. "It's mine," he said again, " and I must take care of it.

John Steinbeck

It is wrong to believe that frank sentiments and the candor of the mind are the exclusive share of the young; they ornament oftentimes old age, upon which they seem to spread a chaste reflection of the modest graces of their younger days, where they shine with the same brightness as those flowers which are often seen peeping, fresh and laughing, from among ruins.

Achille Poincelot
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