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Aspirin is so good for roses, brandy for sweet peas, and a squeeze of lemon-juice for the fleshy flowers, like begonias.
Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician
Hidden inside every flower are seeds of imagination, destiny and future dreams.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Flowers are happy things.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
We sow the seed of deadly nightshade and wish it to bear lilies and roses!
Daisies. They outlast roses, and they're tough little flowers.
Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island from Canada, and after that when they come from the fields in La Connor, not far from where I live.
She stroked one of the geranium's petals, inhaling its particular bitter fragrance, which she admired for its bold air of unapology.
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.
Lovely flowers are the smiles of god's goodness.
I never thought much about flowers until I made the close acquaintance of a man who knew all about them. You would have thought that the butterflies and flowers were friends of his. 'See how richly they are clad,' he said. 'Even King Solomon did not have such raiment.
You haven't been planting seeds of insurrection, have you, Duchess?"
"Well, it's a change from planting geraniums," she retorted.
I love paperwhites - they smell heavenly and you can often pick them up from a big home improvement store garden center already planted in pretty terra cotta pots.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.
They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.
The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
Flowers are almost perfect; their only flaw is that they are weak; they can't protect themselves against the evil!
Certain plants, like certain friends, you enjoy having for a visit but do not care to see remain forever and a day.
If their IQ's where five points lower they'd be geraniums.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
I paint flowers to prevent them from dying
I paint flowers so they will not die.
The begonia is an amazing plant ... it just keeps going along and blooming, and when cut back, it starts up again.
The tulips are too red ... they hurt me.
Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.
Flowers grows in silence, quietly, slowly, passionately, with great love and with all its power just perfectly.
In my garden
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus.
Wisteria is my favorite flowering vine. Do you know why?'
I shook my head. 'No, ma'am.'
'Because it's strong
just like me.
I don't make proper flower arrangements; mine just grow, like the garden.
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower - suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.
The finest flowers are those transplanted, for transplanting means difficulty, a readjusting to new conditions, and through the effort put forth to find adjustment does the plant progress.
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with his hands, forming their size and shape from the air. "They were yellow, and smallish, and had lots of petals." "Thank you," she said. "They were beautiful.
Flowers feed the soul.
Petals don't ask
Where to land
They just fall
With grace.
Pray as flowers pray for beauty.
I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.
And in my flower-beds,
I think,
Smile the carnation
and the pink.
The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets, is not a native of our soil; we know it well, however, by cultivation in our gardens and green houses; besides, we are disposed to remember it for the sake of those who have sung its praises in immortal verse.
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
Stones were eternal-flowers were not
Flowers too wither and fall,
but they inspire one and all!
There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.
I've done flowers and kicked myself. Flowers are so lame.
Marigold stops infection. Coltsfoot eases breathing. Poppy seed soothes pain and shock and brings sleep.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
But I used to think," Josef says quietly, "that there are some weeds that are just as beautiful as flowers."
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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
the beautiful roses,
These are little packets of light and you need to plant them early in the year and remember to mark where they were because lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning and it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are.
She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.
I have a friend who can't bear the sight of any flower whose stamens show. It may sound Victorian and quaint, but this antipathy makes her gardening exquisitely simple.
After women, flowers are the most lovely thing God has given the world.
Like roses and mustard gas.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, and Cockle Shells,
And marigolds all in a row.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds - and buds - tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
Flowers really do intoxicate me.
If I had my life to live over, I'd pick more daisies.
Flowers wither knowing that you exist.
Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!
Flowers are nature's gift of love for you.
I loved to walk in her garden after dinner; it felt alive, even in the winter. She always told me that rosemary grows in the garden of a strong woman. Hers were like trees.
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
I cannot live without flowers everywhere. I grew up having a big garden, the size of a city block, in Rombas.
New rule: Tulips aren't flowers. They're some kind of gay onion.
Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!
The most dangerous flower is one that grows on a grave. Everybody in its vicinity is dead. That's why I hand-picked it for my mother-in-law.
Flowers are like visible messages from God.
In Nina Kimbereley's garden the scabiosa flowers were dark as garnet brooches; the nicotiana a veil of tossing crimson stars. Nothing was usual, or a dull color. All was exceptional, designed to be exceptional since it had been planned as the background for a beauty by the beauty.
I prefer prickly roses.
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.
Such phantom blossoms palely shining
Over the lifeless boughs of Time.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Until proven innocent, I regard all "gardenias" as I do footprints of the Snowman, engines that run on vacuum energy, or good wines from Savoie.
Flowers are God's smile at mankind.
Flowers make me irrationally happy.
I would pick them when they bloomed. And when she called me home for supper, I'd place them in her hair and the contrast would take my breath away.
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.
Flowers are born, and they wither ...
People overthink flowers. They are afraid to mix and match, so they don't do anything!
parsley. Vegetables these days are chopped into tiny grass.
Flowers are the Romeos and the Juliets of the nature!
Wildflowers need the least attention.
I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
Plastic flowers last for hours
All flowers are not to be picked; some are meant to stay rooted so their beauty may continue to sing praises unto nature.
Violets are God's apology for February ...
Even the tiniest of flowers can have the toughest roots.
I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?"
Seth smiles. "A garden."
"A garden?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow.
He laughs.
"You think you're so clever," I mutter. "It must be nice, conjuring up whatever you want whenever you want it."
"It has it's perks.
Dried the flowers myself. Belladonna, oleander, and mistletoe. Three of my favorites. All of them poisonous ... but such lovely colors.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong>strongstrong> to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
Nature has embellish'd rare as May
Its dew-gemm'd primroses glitter'd up,
To show pride from each budding weed,
Since from skies naught a ray dismay.