Sunflowers are unique and special flowers and here we have gathered a bunch of beautiful sunflower quotes that express exactly that.
The sunflower head is not one flower, but up to thousands of tiny ones, and one head can produce 1000-2000 seeds. Sunflowers are food plants for many species - and were used to make bread by many Native Americans. Sunflower oil is a great source of iron, calcium, and vitamins A and D.
Sunflower heads actually contain motor cells that let them move to track the sun. What an amazing flower! So much to love about these beauties! No wonder they have caught the eye of so many artists, including greats like Picasso and van Gogh.
Sunflowers are most commonly cited to be associated with the following: happiness, optimism, honesty, longevity, peace, admiration and devotion.
There are 70 species (Genus = Helianthus) of sunflowers and they all originated in the Americas... and we present to you 70+ quotes about sunflowers - enjoy!
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I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower
Longer Version:
I know you're scared of the unknown ('known)
You don't wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it's out of my control
And you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower (yeah)
I want to be like a sunflower; so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.
I will admit you are the finest if not the loveliest rose in the garden. But you see, my dear, I was looking for a sunflower.
Wherever the sun goes
The sunflower will follow
Through all of the pain
And all of the sorrow.
Ah Sunflower, weary of time
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done.
Keep your face to the sunshine and you can never see the shadow.
Longer Version:
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do.
Despite knowing they won't be here for long, they still choose to live their brightest lives -- sunflowers.
The head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.
Look at its shape, with vibrant yellows and oranges, a sunflower can brighten your day...it's as if it is smiling like a happy face painted on the sun...so if you do only one thing all day, let it be to smile, so you can brighten the day of others around you, just like the sunflower.
Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs.
Longer Version:
Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs. Jude and me have one soul between us that we have to share: a tree with its leaves on fire. And Dad has a plate of maggots for his.
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.
If roses tried to be sunflowers, they would lose their beauty; and if sunflowers tried to be roses, they would lose their strength.
Sunflowers end up facing the sun, but they go through a lot of dirt to find their way there.
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves. Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.
Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, and life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame
To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame;
It was not sleep that made him nod, he said,
But too great weight and largeness of his head.
The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds--the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall.
Man would not be man if his dreams did not exceed his grasp...
If I remember the sunflower forest it is because from its hidden reaches man arose. The green world is his sacred center. In moments of sanity he must still seek refuge there.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days,
No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise:
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold;
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower
O my soul, I loved you then!
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.
My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -- equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.
My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.
From the animist point of view, humans belong in a sacred place because they themselves are sacred. Not sacred in a special way, not more sacred than anything else, but merely as sacred as anything else -- as sacred as bison or salmon or crows or crickets or bears or sunflowers.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
I chose a sunflower because when darkness descends they close up to regenerate. But I really wish I'd never had the tattoo in the first place. Clean, clear skin is always better.
The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.
We're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're all blessed by our own seed and golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra).
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.
True friends are like bright sunflowers that never fade away, even over distance and time.
Someone was sitting in front of a sunflower, watching the sunflower, a cup of sun, and so I tried it too. It was wonderful; I felt the whole universe in the sunflower. That was my experience. Sunflower meditation. A wonderful confidence appeared. You can see the whole universe in a flower.
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendour.
The morning glories and the sunflowers turn naturally toward the light, but we have to be taught, it seems.
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.
Longer Version:
Because 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.
In the morning the sunflower blossoms due to the sun's rays. This morning I just wanted to remind you that my heart blossoms with love for you everyday I wake up and it is going to do that forever.
If I were a flower.. I would be a sunflower. To always follow the sun, Turn my back to darkness, Stand proud, tall and straight even with my head full of seeds.
Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?
I don't know why, but I love sunflowers, and I just have this vivid memory of being in a field of sunflowers and how they felt like trees. They felt so tall.
I think it's something to do with the nurturing side of the psyche; tying up a sunflower or whatever and helping it grow, it is just some kind of core human experience.
Yellow is my favorite summer color -- it makes me feel like a sunflower.
Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or a pineapple, running from its bottom up its sides to the top, and you will find an extraordinary truth: recurring numbers, ratios and proportions.
