Bud Quote by Jean Ingelow

“The hot humid day had followed the sun westward, leaving a cool midnight breeze. The sky, God’s special gift to the sailor, was free…

— Lawrence K. Laswell

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon,…

— Li Bai

The falling leaves drift by my window. The falling leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses. The sunburned hands…

— Eva Cassidy

The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.

— Chief Dan George

“Spend the glittering moonlight there Pursuing down the soundless deep Limbs that gleam and shadowy hair, Or floating lazy, half-asleep. Dive and double and…

— Rupert Brooke

“THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below.…

— Emily Dickinson

I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.

— Jerry Spinelli

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving…

— Sara Teasdale

You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or…

— Sai Baba

In my heart I bloom petals vibrant and luscious, soft and coutured. In my hands I hold a wholesome veluptuos love of life, in…

— Jasmina Siderovski

“You come all flowers & new moon, quick to wrap me in your pent-up tides, in your stormy clouds, in your confused fragrances which…

— Dulce María Loynáz

“Heart of lovers Littered with stars In glittering moons Mirrored their lips”

— sir kristian goldmund aumann