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When you look to a field of flowers, do you see that one weed protruding out of the ground? Notice that it is your choice whether you remain fixated on that one weed, or rather choose to embrace the vast beauty among all of those flowers.
When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
The wild roses were wide open and brilliant, the blue-eyed grass was in purple flower, and the silvery milkweed was just coming on.
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Flowers bloom in the tranquility of love with a beautiful desire for the well-being of the earth.
From little seeds great flowers grow.
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower
A flower blooms to reveal her beauty just to express her gratitude for all the life, love, and light.
Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile.
Wondered to see, these luscious Flowers' 'Blossoming everywhere, like drops of Shower' 'WISH! My ecstasy would has that Power' 'Days come true! those for me, are so Far' ~Samar Sudha
Hidden inside every flower are seeds of imagination, destiny and future dreams.
A beautiful blossom is a fleeting thing It stays for a moment and then takes wing: With special rays we catch it ere flight So all may enjoy the beautiful sight.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
When you smile, you bloom.
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
Let one thousand flowers bloom.
When you love nature, it always loves you back with the fragrance of flowers.
Bloom where you are planted and sow where you are fed ...
Every flower blooms from the face of impossibility with a hope to make this world beautiful.
Every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!
Hope is flourishing flower.
The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.
Flowers are the smile of nature and the mirror of our soul.
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
As you bloom in new seasons, you must get down on your hands and knees, take a closer look and bravely remove the weeds.
We don't teach flowers to bloom; we ensure they have the best conditions in which to do so.
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
Roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.
Bloom as if you want to make the whole world beautiful.
There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die."
There are flowers everywhere, for those who bother to look.
The flowers like me back.
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Bloom to the fullest along the cutting edges of life.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
I never thought much about flowers until I made the close acquaintance of a man who knew all about them. You would have thought that the butterflies and flowers were friends of his. 'See how richly they are clad,' he said. 'Even King Solomon did not have such raiment.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
Flowers feed the soul.
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower, the truth
of the blossom;
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are here first of all for delight.
A flower blooms because she dreams and desires to do so. Nothing happens without a dream.
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
When the first blooms came they were like the single big flower Oriental prostitutes wear on the sides of their heads ... But when the hemispheres of blossom appear in crowds they remind him of nothing so much as hats worn by cheap girls to church on Easter.
O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
Flowers wither knowing that you exist.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
The flowers themselves were strong and hardy. They filled the green with color and thrived on Camp Lakeview's land. Together. They spent the summer, and every summer thereafter, swaying lazily in the breeze, frozen in time.
Beautiful flowers that are not anxious about tomorrow but live with ease in the timeless Now
Flowers are words even a baby can understand.
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?
In our springtime
there is no better,
there is no worse.
burgeon as the must.
Some are long,
some are short.'
Stay with life.
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
The rose has told
In one simplicity
That never life
Relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow
An ancient confidence.
A flower is a plant's way of making love.
There's no meaning to a flower unless it blooms.
the beautiful roses,
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
Let us bloom like a flower,
by opening our heart and mind,
by smiling and by becoming kind.
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
Flowers are the music of the earth.
How does the meadow-flower its bloom
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom
The flowers, the gorgeous, mystic multi-coloured flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people are the true flowers of life, and it has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in your garden.
To me, flowers are happiness.
When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms.
When the sun rises and shines,
Not all the lotus buds in the lakes and ponds bloom,
Only those that are ready, do.
The rest have to bide their time,
But all are destined to bloom,
All have to fulfill that destiny.
There is no need to despair.
From a withered tree, a flower blooms
Roses are the fast food of flowers.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o'daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
The roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
And so we are like flowers; and bloom only, when the sun, kisses us.
Welcome as the flowers in May.
Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less.
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid ... like love.
All the stars are a riot of flowers.
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid
You need to be buried deep in the dirt before you can find your bloom.
Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
I guess I'm a late bloomer."
"I sure like you blooming with me, Bev.
The finest flowers of genius have grown in an atmosphere where those of Nature are prone to droop, and difficult to bring to maturity.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
Strange trails are good places to bloom.
Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by.
The country blooms - a garden, and a grave.
To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!