We hate war . We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown, and when strawberries bloom in Israel .
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:– We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf.christina rossetti
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.Constantinus
What is charm, it is not a moral quality.. it is not intellectual for no man by much thinking is able to add a grain of it to his personality. One either has it or has it not, it cannot be acquired or even cultivated. It is not physical even.. it seems to be added to the human personality, an aura, a glow, the gold dust upon a butterfly's wing, the bloom upon a peach.flora thompson
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter perfect in its bud as in its bloom with no reason to explain its presence no mission to fulfill a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist a puzzle to the botanist an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.Whistler
If April showers should come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom; I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume. I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme, Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.Paul Webster
But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white then melts forever.Robert Burns
Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory.helen hunt jackson
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu'o'care!Robert Burns
High upon the gallows tree Swung the noble-hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom; But they met him face to face With the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom. 'God save Ireland!'said the heroes; 'God save Ireland', say they all: Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die, Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall.
Already into the last week of October! The dying fall holds only loneliness. In the garden the chrysanthemums bloom, beautiful, peaceful, as they did a year ago, but the autumn leaves, falling one by one, only make me sad.park chung-hee
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?william wordsworth
The rose has told In one simplicity. That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.nathalia crane
I heard the bells from the future churches, the children playing and laughing in the schoolyards … and here was an almond tree in bloom before me: I must reach out and cut a flowering branch. For, by believing passionately in something which still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired, whatever we have not irrigated with our blood to such a degree that it becomes strong enough to stride across the somber threshold of nonexistence.Nikos Kazantzakis
During every week from April to September there are, on the average, ten wild plants coming into first bloom. ... No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. ... Tell me of what plant-birthday a man takes notice, and I shall tell you a good deal about his vocation, his hobbies, his hay fever, and the general level of his ecological education.aldo leopold
The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.john muir
Man is a complex being who makes deserts bloom and lakes die.
Woo on, with odour wooing me, Faint rose with fading core; For God's rose-thought, that blooms in thee, Will bloom forevermore.George MacDonald
Why do we shed the rose's bloom Upon the cold, insensate tomb? Can flowery breeze or odor's breath, Affect the slumbering chill of death?
The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flower
All day in the green, sunny orchard, When May was a marvel of bloom, I followed the busy bee-lovers Down paths that were sweet with perfume.
O sweetest of all the flowrets That bloom where angels tread! But never such marvelous odor, From heliotrope was shed.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom there I will give you my love. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.