#flower

Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes. ↗

— Clare Ansberry

#friendship #gardens #togetherness #faith

It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily. ↗

— Alexander Henry

#beautiful #call #flower #fragrant #however

I was taught to confront things you can't avoid. Death is one of those things. To live in a society where you're trying not to look at it is stupid because looking at death throws us back into life with more vigour and energy. The fact that flowers don't last for ever makes them beautiful. ↗

— Damien Hirst

#back #beautiful #because #confront #death

And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. ↗

— Black Elk

#children #circle #daylight #father #flowering

...but what they don't understand is that I'm living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night-in the moments before I pass off to sleep-ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #beauty

God did not intend the human family to be wafted to heaven on flowery beds of ease. ↗

— Frank Knox

#beds #did #ease #flowery #god

The flowering of love is meditation. ↗

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

#love #love is #meditation

And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read. ↗

— Alice Walker

#could #creative #flower #grandmothers #handed

Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld. ↗

— Henry Williamson

#birds #childhood #devon #everywhere #eyes

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#back #behind #bright #bring #find