Flowers Quote by Helen Hunt Jackson Download Open image “Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?” — Helen Hunt Jackson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flowers Passion
“Look not into a passion’s mouth to see if it have fangs or honeyed mandibles. The bee that gathers up the nectar of the… — Mikhail Naimy Copy Share Image
Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen! — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Describe plum-blossoms? Better than my verses...white Wordless Butterflies” — Reikan Copy Share Image
“The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step… — Mohsin Hamid Copy Share Image
“From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share Image
The fly runs toward the fire or lamp, thinking that it is a flower, and gets burnt up. Even so, the passionate man runs… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come? — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
“On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and the peach… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“Most girls get flowers or candy. I get a declaration of martial law.” — Lisa Shearin Copy Share Image
I do whatever entertains me. If it entertains me to throw flowers halfway across the room, then that's what I'll do. — Kevin Owens Copy Share Image
ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE YOU DID ME WRONG SO GUESS WAT BABE??FUKK YU — JESSICA Copy Share Image
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In… — Daniel O'Connell Copy Share Image
Kiss From A Rose There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of… — Seal Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of beauty; there is a beauty which God gives at birth, and which withers as a flower. And there is… — Abraham Kuyper Copy Share Image
“Rose is like a woman love;when love odorous but gets offended when bony..” — Jonnaville Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image