At my age flowers scare me.
The flower-fed buffalos of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flowers lie low.(Nicholas) Vachel Lindsay
Beware of men bearing flowers.
The flowers of the forest are a’ wide awae.
No life is so charming as a country one in England, and no flowers are sweeter or more lovely than the primroses, cowslips, bluebells, and violets that grow in abundance all around me here.
The United Nations is useless...and also harmful. It is a land that flowers demagoguery with a bunch of newborn countries, devoid of any tradition.antónio de oliveira salazar
How oft in schoolboy-days, from the school's swayHave I run forth to Nature as to a friend, —With some pretext of o'erwrought sight, to spendMy school-time in green meadows far away!Careless of summoning bell, or clocks that strike,I marked with flowers the minutes of my day.frederick goddard tuckerman
But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o'er this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of Autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray 'T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word farewell!benjamin, park, sr.
No sun no moon no morn no noon, No dawn no dusk no proper time of day, No warmth no cheerfulness no healthful ease, No road, no street, no t' other side the way, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!thomas hood
So be sweet and kind to mother/ Now and then, have a chat!/ Buy her candy or some flowers or a brand-new hat/ But maybe you best let it go at that!/ Or you may find yourself with a quite complex/ ...Com-plex!/ ...and.../ You may end up like Oedipus/ I'd rather marry a duck-billed platypus!/ Than end up like poor Oedipus Rex!tom lehrer
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song Blood on my hands to stay strong The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong There is no right to heal the wrong Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die I can't throw up don't think i evan want to trykaty rose
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.algernon charles swinburne
We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't care most for those flat pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o'er this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of Autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray 'T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word farewell!
We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.
Tantra masters are wild flowers, they have everything in them.
It seems that scientists are often attracted to beautiful theories in the way that insects are attracted to flowers not by logical deduction, but by something like a sense of smell.
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar Antiquity, but strewn with flowers.
The fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors.william shakespeare
The clover blossoms kiss her feet, She is so sweet, she is so sweet. While I, who may not kiss her hand, Bless all the wild flowers in the land.
All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.
"Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved," asserted the Tin Man. "flowers are beautiful, for instance, but we are not inclined to marry them. Duty, on the contrary, is a bugle call to action, whether you are inclined to act, or not. In this case, I obey the bugle call of duty."l. frank baum
Sweet May hath come to love us, flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.Heinrich Heine