#flower

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

Suddenly Damask found herself staring down at the flowers through a dazzle of tears. The words sounded so innocent and so disarming - she remembered that she hadn't wanted to come through the beautiful woods at all; and there was no danger, nothing wrong except the wickedness of her own heart. She looked at Danny's big, brown, work-scarred hands gently gathering the flowers and her love for him was a physical pain. Oh, how she loved him; how she wished that he would ask her to marry him!" Norah Lofts ↗

— Norah Lofts

#flowers #love #pagan-gods #beauty

All the flower children were as alike as a congress of accountants and about as interesting. ↗

— John Mortimer

#accountants #alike #children #congress #flower

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long? ↗

— Anna Neagle

#bloom #chilly #country #days #far

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour. ↗

— Thomas Nash

#devour #flower #which #will #wrinkles

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#fruit #late #soon #too #too late

In a painful time of my life I went often to a wooded hillside where May apples grew by the hundreds, and I thought the sourness of their fruit had a symbolism for me. Instead, I was to find both love and happiness soon thereafter. So to me [the May apple] is the mandrake, the love symbol, of the old dealers in plant restoratives. ↗

— Hal Borland

#nature #plants #life