Only the lilies remind.

Set NOT your hearts on the flowers of this world. They shall fade and die. Prize the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of…

— Anonymous

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire…

— William Wordsworth

You've reached your 60th birthday, Bill To the year, the day, the hour You've been a lifelong country boy Along with Lily, your flower…

— John Walter Bratton

A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

Nature seemed to have adorned herself for our departure with a profusion of fringes and curls, mingled with the bright tints of flowers, reflected…

— Henry David Thoreau

So long as the bee is outside the petals of the lily, and has not tasted the sweetness of its honey, it hovers around…

— Ramakrishna

Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. “I thought it…

— Anonymous

Of all trees, I observe God hath chosen the vine, a low plant that creeps upon the helpful wall; of all beasts, the soft…

— Owen Feltham

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet…

— Leonard Cohen

But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with…

— William Shakespeare

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and…

— Richard Hovey

But I still has enough longing for that concept that I didn't want to dispel it completely. Meaning: I didn't want to tell Lily…

— David Levithan

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.

— Charlaine Harris

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story…

— William Shakespeare