Quotes by Flower Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past. Alexander Smith bed flower past In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past. Alexander Smith flower book past September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. Alexander Theroux regret flower beautiful Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside? Alexandra David-Neel flower inspirational book Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass. Alexandra David-Neel flower soul humble Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore. Alexandre Dumas-fils butterfly flower children (...) the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree. Alexandre Dumas flower tree fall It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree. Alexandre Dumas forsake flower tree Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays? Alfred Austin dumb flower winter Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes. Alfred Austin flower cities simple Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips chained ears entrance Than hers that move, true to its striking hours; No hands so white e'er decked the warrior's lance, As those which tend its lamp as darkness lours; And never since dear Christ expired for man, Had holy shrine so fair a sacristan. Alfred Austin warrior flower moving If you are weak, dependent upon others, inclined to allow yourself to be dominated by opinion, to take root wherever you see a little soil, make for yourself a shield that will resist everything, for if you yield to your weaker nature you will not grow, you will dry up like a dead plant, and you will bear neither fruit nor flowers. Alfred de Musset flower eye heart There has fallen a splendid tear Alfred Lord Tennyson passion flower life What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul. Alfred Lord Tennyson flower spiritual jesus If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? Alfred Lord Tennyson hours nature flower Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. Alfred Lord Tennyson learning flower weight Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, Alfred Lord Tennyson flower summer fall In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; Alfred Lord Tennyson flower change spring The white flower of a blameless life. Alfred Lord Tennyson flower white life Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot. Alfred Lord Tennyson light flower life «1234567891011»