Quotes on flowers
Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul.
Koran, The
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
Abbey, Edward
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
Wister, Gertrude S.
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
Goldman, Emma
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Giraudoux, Jean
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
Tagore, Rabindranath
Being perfect artists and ingenuous poets, the Chinese have piously preserved the love and holy cult of flowers; one of the very rare and most ancient traditions which has survived their decadence. And since flowers had to be distinguished from each other, they have attributed graceful analogies to them, dreamy images, pure and passionate names which perpetuate and harmonize in our minds the sensations of gentle charm and violent intoxication with which they inspire us. So it is that certain peonies, their favorite flower, are saluted by the Chinese, according to their form or color, by these delicious names, each an entire poem and an entire novel: The Young Girl Who Offers Her Breasts, or: The Water That Sleeps Beneath the Moon, or: The Sunlight in the Forest, or: The First Desire of the Reclining Virgin, or: My Gown Is No Longer All White Because in Tearing It the Son of Heaven Left a Little Rosy Stain; or, even better, this one: I Possessed My Lover in the Garden.
Mirbeau, Octave
"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."
Anderson, Hans Christian
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
Proverb, Chinese
Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God...
Quincey, Thomas de
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
Muir, John
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
Williams, William Carlos
Flowers really do intoxicate me.
Sackville-West, Vita