#flo

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ↗

— John Lubbock

#across #clouds #day #float #grass

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers. ↗

— Lucretius

#bitterness #delight #flowers #fountain #heart

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. ↗

— Lucretius

#bitter #flowers #fountain #midst #something

I never mind scrubbing floors, vacuuming or bending and carrying stuff. Each time I do it I think, this is instead of going to the gym. ↗

— Joanna Lumley

#carrying #each #floors #going #gym

When schools flourish, all flourishes. ↗

— Martin Luther

#flourishes #schools

There are two sorts of curiosity - the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things. ↗

— Robert Wilson Lynd

#appearance #attracted #beneath #concerned #consecutive

Liberalism does not preclude an organisation of the flow of money in which some channels are used in decision making while others are only good for the payment of debts. ↗

— Jean-Francois Lyotard

#debts #decision #decision making #does #flow

That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree. And so I got an indigenous tree, called Nandi flame, it has this beautiful red flowers. When it is in flower it is like it is in flame. ↗

— Wangari Maathai

#beautiful #called #celebrate #flame #flower

I'd like to go to another planet, which I might live long enough to accomplish. Just get on a spaceship and go. But not the moon. I don't see any flowers there. The moon is too close. I want to go further. ↗

— Shirley MacLaine

#another #any #close #enough #flowers

To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold - brothers who know now they are truly brothers. ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#bright #brothers #cold #earth #eternal