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“For a few heady weeks of the year the steppe in a binge throws out a wilderness of flowers that tangle your hooves and confuse your horse.”
“I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cutthe stems and placed them gently down my throat.And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightesthopes.”
“The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.”
“Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers.”
“Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.”
“Flowers are the music of the earth.”
“If you are a sensitive person, you dont give flowers to others, because you know that the flowers these miraculous beauties and the wondrous jewels of our cosmos excessively deserve to live!”
“If of thy mortal goods thoU art bereft And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left Sell one and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
“Say it with flowers.”
“I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.”
“One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
“When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night I mourn'd - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.”
“Flowers may beckon towards us but they speak toward heaven and God.”
“Flowers are words Which even a babe may understand.”
“But ne'er the rose without the thorn.”
“And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.”
“Consider the lilies of the field how they grow they toil not neither do they spin.”
“Flowers of all hue and without thorn the rose.”
“In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard among the guns below.”
“Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming alone.”
