I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.
There is no difference in principle between organic and psychic growth. As a plant produces its flower, so the psyche creates its symbols.
If the rose is beautiful flower, it is also because it opens. (Si la rose est belle fleur, - C'est aussi parce qu'elle s'ouvre.)
I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market - anything to personalize the environment.
Evil things are easy things: for they are natural to our fallen nature. Right things are rare flowers that need cultivation.
I couldn't have found a better man than Brad. He still opens doors for me and brings me flowers. He's the sweetest goofball on the planet.
I love the flowers for their beauty and dazzling smile. I love the moon for its soothing light and changing style.
The nature is my god and flowers are my angels. They taught me how to love unconditionally and how to appreciate beauty.
Flowers grows in silence, quietly, slowly, passionately, with great love and with all its power just perfectly.
Every flower has a poetry of love in her heart, every tree has a story of struggle in his mind.
Every flower can sing, every tree can understand, every leaf can hear the silent song of your heart.
Hope is the blue sky Always inviting but always shy. Hope is the flowers of imagination Always stimulate our mind for action.
Hope is like a beautiful flower. If we take great care of our hope, life could be a beautiful garden.
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
I love to talk to flowers. They are sensitive. And sometimes I just want to have couple of wings and fly away... Will you ever notice?
All flowers are not to be picked; some are meant to stay rooted so their beauty may continue to sing praises unto nature.
The flowers' beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.
I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the colour and fragrance of a flower - the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence.
There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.
I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.
Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life.
