Fabulous Flower Quotes
Well, flowers speak for themselves. So achingly beautiful they are! We hope you enjoy these flower quotes, and please share the beauty widely!
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love -- the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.
When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.

A rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.
All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like women too.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day -- like writing a poem or saying a prayer.
You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great. I love them both. I just don't want them out of guilt, and I don't want them if you're not going to give them to all the people who helped mother our children.
I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character.
Longer Version/[Notes]:
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Those of you who cultivate the flowers, are like the flowers, and help make this city a city of flowers.
Passion flower
Sent from the blue above
You're a flower of love
Passion flower
Free as a star in flight
Laughing through the night.
A flower's just a seed when it's young
And every flower's reaching, every flower's reaching
Every flower's reaching for the sun.
If you admire somebody you should go ahead and tell them; people never get the flowers while they can still smell them.
It is the ultimate opportunity of a lifetime to try to understand the dreams and desires of a blooming flower.
Inside each one of us is a beautiful flower garden. This is the garden of the soul. With each lesson we learn, the garden grows. As we learn together, our individual gardens form a tranquil paradise.
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whole of the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower, the truth of the blossom;
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen.
Longer Version/[Notes]:
Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen. Mindfulness gives us the opportunity to work with the cosmic collaboration.
The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams.
Mindfulness gives us the power to understand our deep connection with the trees, flowers, stars, sun and the moon.
You're frustrated because you keep waiting for the blooming of flowers of which you have yet to sow the seeds.
Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman-it just makes you look better to have a little color.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

The fact that the colors in the flower have evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting; that means insects can see the colors. That adds a question: does this aesthetic sense we have also exist in lower forms of life?

When we look at the flowers, we suddenly forget so many important things. We forget that all flowers die. We forget that winter will come again. We forget that nothing really endures and that, like the flowers that die at the end of the growing season, we'll join them in the cold ground.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
I'm really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow... I stay at home and watch the river flow.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. The bee fertilizes the flower it robs. When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
You always have to remember -- no matter what you're told -- that God loves all the flowers, even the wild ones that grow on the side of the highway.
For me, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, or for flowers or beast or bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly and perfectly alive.
A beautiful bouquet or a long-lasting flowering plant is a traditional gift for women, but I have recommended that both men and women keep fresh flowers in the home for their beauty, fragrance, and the lift they give our spirits.
