The road to freedom is bordered with sunflowers.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
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.
To me, flowers are happiness.
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
Wild flowers grow where they will.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
The Amen of nature is always a flower.
Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.
Flowers are happy things.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
The Japanese say, If the flower is to be beautiful, it must be cultivated.
Happiness held is the seed; Happiness shared is the flower.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.
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.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
I'm really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow... I stay at home and watch the river flow.
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
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.
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.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
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.
Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers.
Flowers make me irrationally happy.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Be honest, be nice, be a flower not a weed.