#flower

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers. ↗

— Richard H. Stoddard

#desire #flowers #grow #human #like

To be happy, to make other people happy, to get into movie production more and probably to give some other people the chances that I had, to carry on enjoying being a mum and never to stop having flowers bought for me. I've still got a long way to go. ↗

— Sharon Stone

#being #bought #carry #chances #enjoying

When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower. ↗

— Lytton Strachey

#burst #came #flower #france #government

I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago. ↗

— Jim Sullivan

#being #couple #even #flowers #herbie

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#flower #gather #her #petals #plucking

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#flower #need #numerous #single #thorns

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. ↗

— Sharon Tate

#bird #even #everything #flower #ocean

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#cannot #find #flowers #found #friend

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#few #flowers #joy #shine #sun

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her. The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#flowers #garden #gardening #mother #sacrifices