flowers

Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much__he flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky__elebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!

The flower, as he saw it, ruled over evil; it absorbed in itself all innocently shed blood (that is why it is so red) all tears and all the gall of humanity. It was an awful and mysterious being, the antitheses of God, an Ahriman presenting a most unassuming and innocent appearance. It was necessary to break it off and kill it. But this was not all; it was also necessary not to permit it at its death to discharge its evil upon the world.

I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that's too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around the world and try to leave my fingerprints, everywhere. My fingerprints mingled in with all the other fingerprints and all the laughter and all the beautiful things like gratitude, grace, faithfulness and flowers.

The sun, rising and setting in splendid colors, never grows tired of its admirers__uch like a lady, aglow with grace, never grows tired of chivalrous acts or pretty flowers.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

Lord, make me nowAs happy as the field.With flowers enriched...

But neither milk-white rose nor red May bloom in prison air;The shard, the pebble, and the flint, Are what they give us there:For flowers have been known to heal A common man's despair.

Oh my darling petaled one,dream once again of the brightened sun.Lift your arms up light and high,reach with all you are for the sky.For the dream of your life is not over yet.It will not end 'till this sun has set.Breathe and sway in the breeze, darling one.Life fill your veins with the light of the sun.

A flower blossoms for its own joy.

Try to pause each day and take a walk to view nature.

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...

There was a warm breeze blowing in the car as they passed the mansions in the Garden District and they could smell the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine. Soft light fell on the neutral ground along the streetcar tracks.

And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?

I had a dream that Zac Effron showed up at my door shirtless with a bouquet of flowers..yep, I__ still waiting on that one to come true.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

One must be a lotus to emerge from mucky waters clean.