#flower

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

I don't always wear underwear. When I'm in the heat, especially, I can't wear it. Like, if I'm wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear? ↗

— Naomi Campbell

#dress #especially #flower #heat #i

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#counterfeit #even #fall #false #flowers

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. ↗

— Robert Green Ingersoll

#bee #flowers #honey #hope #makes

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#bud #calculated #flower #guarantee #her

The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still alive and holds up the trees, drunk on solar gold. It is the sorrowful climax of a summer's drought. Never before was I so struck by the cancerous emaciation in a garden. The leaves started turning yellow in July and began falling, like a dance of prematurely withered bodies. ↗

— Emil Dorian

#garden #nature #nature

Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her. ("When I was a girl," she had once told a friend, "I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough...") ↗

— Truman Capote

#nature #trees #nature

I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#flowers #love #symbols #unrequited-love #unrequited-love

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! ↗

— Edward Abbey

#among #black #bricks #flowers #free

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#dismay #finding #finds #flower #heart