#flowers

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. ↗

— Martin Luther

#also #bible #clouds #flowers #god

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ↗

— Matsuo Basho

#coming #flowers #hear #i #out

Flowers are happy things. ↗

— P. G. Wodehouse

#happy #happy things #things

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#flowers #life-and-death #seasons #death

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference. Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#flowers #illness #poetry #symbolism #death

The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me-a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death-or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#nature #dreams

Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids from your hands, roses from your breasts. You can have magnolias in your hair...!' 'And in my heart?' 'In your womb I'll set a fly-trap! ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#j-g-ballard #sex #unlimited-dream-company #dreams

If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#death #flowers #funny #grave #death

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious. ↗

— Pamela Todd

#ephemerality #flowers #precious #spring #faith