Broken Quote by Hilda Doolittle Download Open image “No one knows the colour of a flower till it is broken.” — Hilda Doolittle ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Broken Colour Flower Knowledge Knows
Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only when you realize… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And a flower, doesn't even know it's own beauty it's entire life. Sad, huh? — Miyavi Copy Share Image
Flowers from the garden so no one can take off the flower's fault? Should also take care of the flower gardener — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
Colour is the ultimate in art. It is still and will always remain a mystery to us, we can only apprehend it intuitively in… — Philipp Otto Runge Copy Share Image
Even the prettiest flower will wilt one day. It's nature's way of teaching us that nothing lasts forever. — Bernajoy Vaal Copy Share Image
The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would… — Louis de Bernieres Copy Share Image
A beautiful flower does not exist. There's only a moment when a flower looks beautiful. — Yohji Yamamoto Copy Share Image
“Sheltered Garden" I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest-- then you retrace your steps, or find the same slope on the other side, precipitate. I have had enough-- border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies, herbs, sweet-cress. O for some sharp swish of a branch-- there is no scent of… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share
That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . . — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Broken by hardships, disappointments and tragedy, people can become discouraged and cynical. But lives can also be mended. Put back together well, they won't be just like they were before. Damaged pieces reassembled with a golden bonding of patience and love will help form a person into an exquisite masterpiece. It is as if people have to be broken before… — Steve Goodier Copy Share
You don't want to fix things that aren't broken, so that kind of stops you from make changes. — Chris Weidman Copy Share Image
The worst advice? 'Don't listen to the critics.' I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because sometimes they're telling you… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth. — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
“ving self and others is an every second of every day of every week, of every month, of every year gift that should not be taken for granted or withdrawn for petty arguments and misunderstandings. No one knows the day nor the hour that we or a loved one will meet our expiration here on this earth. Time to make… — Sanjo Jendayi Copy Share
Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The… — Grant Morrison Copy Share
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots. — Arthur Hugh Clough Copy Share Image
