Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Blossoms. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Blossoms Quotes And Sayings by 88 Authors including Edna St. Vincent Millay,Ilchi Lee,Antoine De Saint-Exupery,Debasish Mridha,Marcel Proust for you to enjoy and share.
I would blossom if I were a rose.
every blooming flowers are beautiful.
All the stars are a riot of flowers.
Flowers bloom in the tranquility of love with a beautiful desire for the well-being of the earth.
As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec, the dried-up seeds and sagging tubers that my girl-friends would become. But, now that it was time for buds to blossom, what did that matter?
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
A blossom full of promise is life's joy,
That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time,
Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light,
And it looks flourishing
a little while
'T is pass'd, we know not whither, but 't is gone.
Welcome as the flowers in May.
Flowers are the music of the earth.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
All that blooms must fall.
Desire makes everything blossom
Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.
every blooming flower is beautiful
Nothing says spring like hand-cut flowers.
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
Oh, sweet cherry tree-
how lovely your blossoms are.
Spring brings joy to life.
I've always loved magnolia trees and their blooms - there's something so beautiful about a magnolia blossom. It demands attention, and you can't help but love those big, creamy petals and that fragrant smell.
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.
a blossom past its perfection, shedding petals like a sad metaphor
For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms.
I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.
Flowers are happy things.
Wild flowers grow where they will.
The beautiful lotus blossoms that come out of the dirt make life so magnificent, magical, and joyful. They are the most miraculous and mysterious possibilities.
this year's cherry blossoms bloom,
I'll see them
with the plum's scent
filling my heart.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom
Every flower begins to flourish in spring.
Embrace the gift of autumn; where every flower radiates its splendor.
The flower replied: You fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, and not for the sake of others. My joy consists in my being and my blossoming.
I felt the like blossom in me.
So bright and golden and fair, so free fro shadow and so lavish of blossom.
Where have all the flowers gone
Flowers are the smile of nature and the mirror of our soul.
From little seeds great flowers grow.
This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.
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.
I can't think of any flower that wouldn't be suitable to merge with an image of a newborn, and as I was planning for the book, Miracle, I was drawn to blossoms that appealed to me artistically.
This is how the world speaks to us. It delights in spring blossoms, even as they fall.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Let one thousand flowers bloom.
If there were no
in this world
How much more tranquil
our hearts would be in spring.
Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile.
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."
Everything ends with flowers.
The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.
Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.
A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.
The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it
Only in dreams of spring
Shall I ever see again
The flowering of my cherry trees.
Flowers feed the soul.
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage the December apricots To burst into bloom: A simplehearted person Faces the simplehearted flowers.
She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath that circles Autumn's brow.
The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.
Bright cut flowers, leaves of green, bring about what I have seen
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.
When you love nature, it always loves you back with the fragrance of flowers.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem. We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
The flowers are ravined
by bees, the fruit blossoms
are thrown to the ground, the wind
the rain forces everything.
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.
When I see flowers dancing with joy, my heart starts to dance with love.
Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells
of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lavender.
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers
The flowers like me back.
Moonlit plum tree-
spring will come.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
Is love the sweetness of flowers?
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky!
Blossom time has come and many ancient seekers are today getting their Self Realization.
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.
Each situation is a blossom to be picked with a curious spirit.
We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.
Just when you think you don't have it in you to bloom anymore, you do.
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 autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Faith is blossom garden.
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid
The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows ...
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.
Beautiful flowers that are not anxious about tomorrow but live with ease in the timeless Now
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I'm just waiting for you!