Flowers Quote by Wallace Stevens Download Open image “Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.” — Wallace Stevens ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flowers Fruit Gone
A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in its gladsome… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
If we are to flourish as creative beings, if we are to grow into wholeness, we must bloom wherever we are planted. — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn. — Thomas B. Macaulay Copy Share Image
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom. — Ramakrishna Copy Share Image
We can hold back neither the coming of the flowers nor the downward rush of the stream; sooner or later, everything comes to its… — Li Ching-Yuen Copy Share Image
The flowers of life are but visionary. How many pass away and leave no trace behind! How few yield any fruit,--and the fruit itself,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Poet, patting more nonsense foamed From the sea, conceive for thecourts Of these academies, the diviner health Disclosed in common forms. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Lunar Paraphrase" The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. When, at the wearier end of November, Her old light moves along the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The stars are putting on their glittering belts, They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash Like a great shadow's last embellishment” — wallace stevens Copy Share Image
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood. — Wallace Stevens 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
