#flowers

I've always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart - couldn't put 'em back, but always extremely interested in how things work. ↗

— Craig Johnston

#about #always #apart #back #cars

The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds - the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall. ↗

— Chuck Jones

#against #author #birds #chickens #dried

Flowers grow out of dark moments. ↗

— Corita Kent

#flowers #grow #moments #out

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them. ↗

— Samuel Rutherford

#children #die #flowers #god #loan

I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market - anything to personalize the environment. ↗

— Chloe Sevigny

#anything #environment #find #flea #flowers

And I came back and it was great, 'cuz George had set up all these flowers all over the studio saying welcome home. So then we got it together again. I always felt it was better on the White one for me. We were more like a band, you know. ↗

— Ringo Starr

#always #back #band #better #came

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

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

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