Quotes by Flower To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is, doubtless, the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of like to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers? Oh, reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts--this whispering "Peace, peace," when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience. Anne Bronte light flower sex By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed. Anne Fortier weed flower cute The trouble with flowers is that invariably, when I'm ready to photograph them, they are not in season. Anne Geddes flower photography trouble I can't think of any flower that wouldn't be suitable to merge with an image of a newborn, and as I was planning for the book, Miracle, I was drawn to blossoms that appealed to me artistically. Anne Geddes flower book thinking I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen. Anne Lamott flower eye spring I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure. Anne Lamott gratitude flower mother The beauty of modesty ... a virtue the world doesn't have much truck with: one ordinary flower in a vase, as opposed to a bouquet. Anne Lamott flower ordinary world 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. Anne Lamott flower mother children My mother's eyes were large and brown, like my son's, but unlike Sam's, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can't quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around. Anne Lamott flower eye mother For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and therefore beautiful. A tree has significance if one sees it against the empty face of sky. A note in music gains significance from the silences on either side. A candle flowers in the space of night. Even small and casual things take on significance if they are washed in space, like a few autumn grasses in one corner of an Oriental painting, the rest of the page bare. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower beautiful beauty 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. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower prayer morning Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower spring knowledge Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . . Anne Morrow Lindbergh fulfillment flower perfection People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower love people For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower spring happiness People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden. Anne Morrow Lindbergh flower strong people Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground. Anne Morrow Lindbergh stars flower rain I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears. Anne Reeve Aldrich laughter sorrow flower Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart. Anne Rice flower hatred fall I love the world the Lord has created; I love the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the skies. I love the forests, the fields, the flowers. I love the mysteries of evolution and dna and the big bang. I want to know the majesties of the Lord's Creation. I cannot close my eyes to all this. I cannot turn away from science and scientific exploration. Anne Rice dna flower eye «56789101112131415»