#blossom

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. ↗

— Auguste Rodin

#bending #blossoms #carry #confidant #cordial

An early fascination with higher mathematics at the university level blossomed into speculative thinking that could provide a basis for dealing with economic issues. ↗

— Lawrence R. Klein

#blossomed #could #dealing #early #economic

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn. ↗

— Walter Scott

#autumn #blossoms #borne #fruit #look

Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns? ↗

— J. Aleksandr Wootton

#blossom #philosophy-of-beauty #price-of-beauty #roses #thorns

Rather than turning over a new leaf, prune your tree so that new leaves continue to blossom. ↗

— Feroz Bham

#change #leaf #life #change

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom. ↗

— Montgomery Clift

#closer #come #death #more #negative

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit. ↗

— Thomas Malory

#bring #come #every #forth #fruit

For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom. ↗

— Cao Yu

#expected #fallen #flowers #like #new

A Blessing Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom. ↗

— James Wright

#horses #nature #poetry #symbolism #wright

It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls. ↗

— Katharine Lee Bates

#chains #hour #souls #thy #time