If every plant and flower were found in all places, the charm of locality would not exist. Everything varies, and that gives the interest.
God is all that exists. Every stone, flower, tree, animal and human being are on a spiritual journey to recognize their true self, their divine essence.
To all the true lovers: Your unconditional love is the reason why flowers bloom. To all the beloveds: You are the reason why universe came into existence.
Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
You can never appreciate the scent of a flower by another's description. Some things are left to experience. Journey of self.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
If I were a flower, then now I’d be a bud I shall treasure the beginning of my youth without any regrets
gurl,if you were a flower I will plant you in heart,watering you with my blood and cover you with my body.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.
I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.
I cannot live without flowers everywhere. I grew up having a big garden, the size of a city block, in Rombas.
Every beauty must be completed by another beauty: Windows with flowers, trees with birds, mountains with fogs, life with goodness…
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!
Come to the orchard in Spring. There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter.
Flowers of sin, like some black sun, Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.
Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.
I don't always wear underwear. When I'm in the heat, especially, I can't wear it. Like, if I'm wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?
We should bloom like a flower without reservation or restriction, but with all our energy, power, and great love for this world.
