Pink Japanese cherry blossoms kiss April’s soft blue…

We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow,…

— William McDonough

When I was a kid growing up, we had a cherry tree in the backyard, 100 years old. I climbed it, and it gave…

— Andrew Wyatt

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it,…

— Sylvia Plath

If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!

— Motoori Norinaga

Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I…

— Audrey Niffenegger

Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.

— Ikkyu

“he said this turning his strong body to face the beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, astonishing, bewildering girl who was a princess and his one true…

— J.K. Ashton

“A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.”

— Donna Tartt

Koishikawa Korakuen Garden - one of Tokyo's oldest Japanese gardens, and one of the best spots for viewing the cherry blossoms.

— Peter Marino

“Lord Karasumaru considered it a grave mistake on the part of the gods to have made a man like himself a nobleman. And, though…

— Eiji Yoshikawa

“we are holding hands in the barrel of a gun. they pull the trigger, but when she is kissing me only cherry blossoms come…

— Topaz Winters

“However wildly this year's cherry blossoms bloom, I'll see them with the plum's scent filling my heart.”

— Ono no Komachi

“Let us find inner freedom in each lucky moment that we encounter, like a sun-basking butterfly that finds peace on a cherry blossom petal.…

— Erik Pevernagie

“So he raced from dogwood to blossoming peach. When they thinned out he headed for the cherry blossoms, then magnolia, chinaberry, pecan, walnut and…

— Toni Morrison

“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of the highway…

— Jon Harrison