Flowers Quotes

I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

~ Neil Gaiman

On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving the vase from a thousand-piece death on the hardwood floor is the groove in the nightstand’s surface that catches the bottom of vase, and of course the wall itself. The violets, nearly a week old, droop in the light of a waning gibbous moon. Wrinkled petals are already piling up on the floor between the nightstand and the wall, and a girl only six days sixteen stares at the dying bouquet from her bed.

~ Jay Nichols

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt.

~ Ruth Mcleod-Kearns

You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers.

~ Kiera Cass

Let your life blossom like sacred flower.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

You may bend, but that will not bring your life to an end. Your refusal to give up is the key; your rose flowers blossom from the thorns of life!

~ Israelmore Ayivor

Living things don't all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But you know this already.You and the others who thinkyou live for truth and, by extension, loveall that is cold.

~ Louise Glück

Hobbies are like flowers on plant. They make the plant look beautiful and feel Proud.

~ Sukant Ratnakar

The flowers' beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.

~ H. L. Balcomb

My pockets had always puzzled Weena, but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.

~ H.g. Wells

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don’t believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you’ll be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn’t make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is.

~ Will Advise

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

~ Sanober Khan

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

~ D. Antoinette Foy

... and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.

~ Lois Lowry

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

~ Anthony Liccione

There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.

~ Bryant A. Loney

Other flowers came at the end of the summer, but by then the winter sadness had already dissipated, and the effect of the blooms was not the same.

~ Jessica Stern

Our existence and our environment enclose entities of divinity.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

We should learn from flowers, earthly stars which spend their entire lives shining, shining and growing despite all the difficulties they encounter. They know how to listen and understand the whispers of time, for it is an eternal friend that teaches the importance of friendship and sparkling hope.

~ Nur Bedeir

What I learned from the flowers: to live effortlessly.

~ Marty Rubin

If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see

~ Munia Khan

I love you like the plant that does not bloomand carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers

~ Pablo Neruda

Through the Mud (from the book Blue Bridge)A line of robots,We approach a wall of mud,Some of us carrying flowers.The others laughBit when we enter that wallIt is the flowersThat will make us an arkTo carry us on through the darkness,Sailing throughWith our symbols the only lightUntil we flyOut over the fieldsOn the other side of midnightAnd all our wires And bits of metal fall off.-And our souls are bright again,So new and lightThey shoot up –Up to plant our brilliant flowersLike starsIn the face of heaven.

~ Jay Woodman

I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces,And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,So I trust, too.

~ John Masefield

I love your roots, not the flower everybody sees!

~ Akilnathan Logeswaran

Love caught me with my pants down, watering skeleton flowers and humming the blues.

~ R.x. Bird

Treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, tend to the roots, and always make sure the petals are full of color and are never curling. Once you neglect your plant, it will die, as will your relationship.

~ Suzy Kassem

A book about books is like a poem about poetry:Books are knowledge, paid for, all.Readers - horses in a stall.Stallions should always run.Lest they stale become, in turn.Running waters are most clear.In some books, you disappear –lose yourself, and track of time.How I wish that one was mine...Mine, to have, to write, to read...Mine, just like a flying steed.Mine, forever, - to improve.Would I then, of me, approve?I would not, I can't... myself.I'm but dust, swept off a shelf.Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled,down, beside my flower, petalled.

~ Will Advise

Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

~ Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the house. Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best mimicked grief were much admired. After the funeral everyone went away, satisfied that they'd done a good job.

~ Truman Capote

I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.

~ Drew Myron

It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don't have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. An hour watching the stars, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intelligent conversations at 5am while sharing the last cigarette. Taking trains to nowhere, walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry. It was all very ordinary until my identity appeared, until my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. I'm holding on to it now,and I'm not letting go.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

I have always been sensitive to vibrations and energies. Sometimes, I meet people and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know that person is just wrong somehow. That their wiring is different, their moral compass screwed.

~ Tabatha Stirling

Dreams are the flowers of imagination which bloom on the fertile grounds of the mind.

~ Debasish Mridha

I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!

~ Elizabeth Gaskell

Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.

~ Kelly Clarkson

he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless

~ Nayyirah Waheed

Let me be the type man who plants a field of flowers so you can be the type of woman who picks them.

~ A.j. Compton

Do you see a theme emerging? Women like flowers, men like food!

~ Joshua Harris

I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

~ Irwin Shaw