Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering…

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one…

— Gayle Forman

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

— Georgette Leblanc

Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the…

— John C. McGinley

To be a stranger in a strange land: Whenever one feasts, one thinks of one's brother twice as much as before, There where my…

— Wang Wei

Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It…

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling…

— Henri Frederic Amiel

The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream.…

— Carson McCullers

Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

— Pablo Neruda

The world is always full of brilliant youth which fades into grey and embittered middle age: the first flowering takes everything. The great men…

— Willa Cather

Liberty and morality had to win their way slowly over many centuries, until finally expanding liberty made possible the great technological advance of the…

— Murray Rothbard

Bamboo is not a weed, it's a flowering plant. Bamboo is a magnificent plant.

— Steve Lacy

The flowering of civilization is the finished man, the man of sense, of grace, of accomplishment, of social power--the gentleman.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

It was to Hofmeister, working as a young man, an amateur and enthusiast, in the early morning hours of summer months, before business, at…

— Arthur Harry Church

Also known as May Eve, May Day, and Walpurgis Night, happens at the beginning of May. It celebrates the height of Spring and the…

— Selena Fox

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending,…

— Kate Morton