#flowers

Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don't understand the concept. ↗

— Paul Westerberg

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Let a hundred flowers bloom. ↗

— Mao Zedong

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I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them. ↗

— Lyman Abbott

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An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. ↗

— Samar Sen

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Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. ↗

— Luther Burbank

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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

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My strength never came from political echelons, it came from the family. And from the fields and the lands and the flowers and everything I see there. My strength came from there. ↗

— Ariel Sharon

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I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers. ↗

— Ariel Sharon

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We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers. ↗

— Richard H. Stoddard

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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

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