Words and thoughts concerning compassionate action that are not put into practice are like beautiful flowers that are colorful but have no fragrance.
You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way
A great biography should, like the close of a great drama, leave behind it a feeling of serenity. We collect into a small bunch the flowers, the few flowers, which brought sweetness into a life, and present it as an offering to an accomplished destiny. It is the dying refrain of a completed song, the final verse of a finished poem.
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
Standardization is the fertilizer of college education. A little may be useful, but flowers do not grow in pure manure.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of yesterday
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
God has sown his name on the heavens in glittering stars; but on earth he planteth his name by tender flowers.
Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.
How deep our sleep last night in the mountains here, beneath the trees and stars, hushed by solemn-sounding waterfalls and many small soothing voices in sweet accord whispering peace!
And our first pure mountain day, warm, calm, cloudless, -- how immeasurable it seems, how serenely wild! I can scarcely remember its beginning. Along the river, over the hills, in the ground, in the sky, spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm, new life, new beauty, unfolding, unrolling in glorious exuberant extravagance, -- new birds in their nests, new winged creatures in the air, and new leaves, new flowers, spreading, shining, rejoicing everywhere.
"The greatest wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more."
"The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood."
The earth laughs in flowers
Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed.
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.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.
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.
Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands.
In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.