The flower that follows the sun does so even in cloudy days. ~Robert Leighton
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 again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock. ~Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers: A Discourse of FlowersLCJ
You can’t be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. ~Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. ~Ikkyu Sojun
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat. ~Beverly Nichols
The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
In languages of rainbows
And secret silence…
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations, www.originals.netNov08mail
Being perfect artists and ingenuous poets, the Chinese have piously preserved the love and holy cult of flowers; one of the very rare and most ancient traditions which has survived their decadence. And since flowers had to be distinguished from each other, they have attributed graceful analogies to them, dreamy images, pure and passionate names which perpetuate and harmonize in our minds the sensations of gentle charm and violent intoxication with which they inspire us. So it is that certain peonies, their favorite flower, are saluted by the Chinese, according to their form or color, by these delicious names, each an entire poem and an entire novel: The Young Girl Who Offers Her Breasts, or: The Water That Sleeps Beneath the Moon, or: The Sunlight in the Forest, or: The First Desire of the Reclining Virgin, or: My Gown Is No Longer All White Because in Tearing It the Son of Heaven Left a Little Rosy Stain; or, even better, this one: I Possessed My Lover in the Garden. ~Octave Mirbeau, Torture Garden, "The Garden," Chapter 5, all the names of flowers in this paragraph are italicized in the book
Pluck not the wayside flower;
It is the traveler’s dower.
I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat
The poet’s darling. ~William Wordsworth, "To the Daisy"
Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. ~Edward Payson Rod
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. ~Tennessee Williams
And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now…. Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. ‘Sweet-scented shrub’ indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening. ~Sarah Smileyqtd in Cyclopaedia of Nature Teachings, 1892, TPVgb reprinted, Qe2
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords. ~John Muir, A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf, 1916
Flowers are those little colorful beacons of the sun from which we get sunshine when dark, somber skies blanket our thoughts. ~Dodinsky, www.dodinsky.com
Flowers really do intoxicate me. ~Vita Sackville-West
Earth laughs in flowers. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Hamatreya"LCJ
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. ~Claude MonetSD
Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers? ~Maurice MaeterlinckQSO
If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn. ~Andrew Mason
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. ~Lydia M. Child
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~Walt Whitman
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~Francis Thompson, "The Poppy," 1891WLBUQ