Quotes by Flower I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed. Amanda McBroom seeds flower I came to the United States in 1981 as a student.When I left, I was totally the most beloved little flower in China and so it was an outrage basically. Amanda Schull united-states flower littles Botany, n. The science of vegetables - those that are not good to eat, as well as those that are. It deals largely with their flowers, which are commonly badly designed, inartistic in color, and ill-smelling. Ambrose Bierce color flower vegetables The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring. Ambrose Philips flower spring beauty You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower. Amit Ray psychics flower meditation The Universe is the creation of the mind. Universe exists inside the mind as the flower exists inside the seed. Amit Ray creation flower mind As flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness. Amit Ray flower compassion spring Modesty, that perennial flower planted instinctively in the human breast, blooms therein only as continence guards and virtue keeps. Amos Bronson Alcott modesty virtue flower Peace is not just the absence of violence,peace is when the flowers bloom. Amrita Pritam violence flower absence Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour. Amy Lowell butterfly flower wings Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Amy Lowell flower moon spring Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart. Amy Lowell flower heart life Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run. Amy Lowell bending flower running My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses. Amy Lowell scent flower beautiful Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays. Amy Lowell flower dream heart My dream is for my flowers to act as beacons and rallying points across the planet - bringing people together on a global scale and through my art start a global conversation. Ana Tzarev flower dream art I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals. Anais Nin flower heart love Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus. Anais Nin sunset flower blood When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white spaciousness, I feel as if I were biting into a utopian fruit, something velvety and lustrous and rich and vivid. Anais Nin paris flower white Saints are like trees. They do not call to anyone, neither do they send anyone away. They give shelter to whoever cares to come, be it a man, woman, child, or an animal. If you sit under a tree it will protect you from the weather, from the scorching sun as well as from the pouring rain, and it will give you flowers and fruit. Whether a human being enjoys them or a bird tastes of them matters little to the tree; its produce is there for anyone who comes and takes it. Anandamayi Ma flower rain children «23456789101112»