Flower Quotes · Page 88

“September showed up right on schedule, and lasted a whole month.”

— Jenny Wingfield

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

— William Shakespeare

There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.

— Bill Veeck

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

— Matsuo Basho

A woman should be like a single flower, not a whole bouquet.

— Anna Held

The bark on the tree was just a little softer.

— Louis Sachar

There seemed nothing so true as a yellow tree.

— Lorrie Moore

My garden is the most beautiful thing in the world.

— Josephine de Beauharnais

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

— Henry Van Dyke

Tis emblematic, the rose of youth and health soon fades when watered by the tear of affliction.

— Susanna Rowson

slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.

— Denise Levertov

“morning, and the season very difficult, by reason of the snow; yet there was a large and crowded assembly. They”

— Joseph Tracy

Flowers are one of the few things we buy, bring home, watch die, and we don't ask for our money back.

— George Carlin

It was 1986, coldest year ever. Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better.

— Big Krit

Tree planting is always a utopian enterprise, it seems to me, a wager on a future the planter doesn't necessarily expect to…

— Michael Pollan

There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.

— Francis Bacon

If the day and night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented…

— Henry David Thoreau

The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are…

— John Ruskin

“At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as…

— Herman Melville

Gardeners work with an ever-receding ideal of perfection; no sooner is something growing well than they see how to place it better…

— Robin Lane Fox

Words of praise, indeed, are almost as necessary to warm a child into a genial life as acts of kindness and affection.…

— Christian Nestell Bovee

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the…

— John Keats

“You all know we are only passing by. We only walk over these stones a few times, our boats float a little…

— Annie Proulx

“Summer is a season of opposites - a time where you want to do nothing and do everything... summer encourages us to…

— Allison Saft

Tan skin; crazy days; late nights: Summer here we come,

— Krystal

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall,

— Sara Coleridge

Meditation is a flower and compassion is its fragrance.

— Rajneesh

“It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.”

— Kristin Hannah

Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn

— John Greenleaf Whittier

Those who don't pick roses in summer won't pick them in winter either

— German Proverb

Like father, like son: every good tree maketh good fruits.

— William Langland

Truth is the root, but human sympathy is the flower of practical life.

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.

— Cassandra Clare

“The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.”

— Virginia Woolf

“Truth is like a rose; you have to love it with all of its thorns.”

— Matshona Dhliwayo

The flower spring forth gratitude because the soil was made in prayers.ð

— Anne Nwakama

Fresh October brings the pheasant, The to gather nuts is pleasant.

— Sara Coleridge

“In a world full of daisies dare to be a rose.”

— Matshona Dhliwayo

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

— Yosa Buson

Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.

— Walter de La Mare