#flower

The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening. ↗

— Richard Blackmore

#breeze #dreamed #flitting #flowers #fluent

Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves. ↗

— Marlene Dietrich

#brazil #enthusiastic #flowers #latins #tenderly

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour. ↗

— William Blake

#flower #grain #grain of sand #hands #heaven

Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#added #arithmetic #awed #crystals #even

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#another #becomes #bit #continual #exercises

A radical generally meant a man who thought he could somehow pull up the root without affecting the flower. A conservative generally meant a man who wanted to conserve everything except his own reason for conserving anything. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#anything #conservative #conserve #conserving #could

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#beauty #flower #inspiration #spiritual #beauty

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. ↗

— Isaac Watts

#flies #flowers #me #still #worms

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#comes #dew #down #earth #flowers

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