#lowers

What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry. ↗

— Laurie Lee

#details #did #draw #eyes #flowers

Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle. ↗

— Francis Cabot Lowell

#circle #coming #continuum #flowers #full

That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree. And so I got an indigenous tree, called Nandi flame, it has this beautiful red flowers. When it is in flower it is like it is in flame. ↗

— Wangari Maathai

#beautiful #called #celebrate #flame #flower

Jesus claimed He had the power to raise himself from the dead and His followers would be raised from the dead. That's a unique claim in the literature of religion. ↗

— Josh McDowell

#claimed #dead #followers #had #himself

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#coffin #cynic #flowers #looks #man

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. ↗

— Lope de Vega

#dozen #envy #few #flowers #garden

It's all about creation and surprise. It just needs to be appreciated and watered like flowers. You have to water flowers. These peaks will come again. ↗

— Sonny Rollins

#again #appreciated #come #creation #flowers

If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America... that germ will spring up, that noxious weed will thrive, and again stifle the growth, wither the leaves, blast the flowers and poison the fair fruits of freedom. ↗

— Ernestine L. Rose

#allow #america #blast #fair #flowers

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

#flowers #night #beauty

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#delighting #flowers #fruits #his #man