Where flowers bloom so does hope.— Lady Bird Johnson
Perspective Daisies quotations
The love of God toward you is like the Amazon River flowing down to water a single daisy.
Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.
This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.
In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place.
The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful. Each has its own expression. Each flower its' own fragrance. Each bird its' own song. So you too have your own unique melody.
Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.
Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches.
Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.
Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies.
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
I made sure no butt cheek hung out. You know, the original Daisy, Catherine Bach's shorts were shorter than mine.
Suddenly you're the mom, or you go from .
.. You're not an ingénue, you don't want to play an ingénue, but it's like that line in The First Wives Club : "There are only three ages for women in Hollywood: babe, district attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy."
Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers;
Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless; When the fields are bare; Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there.
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.
I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.
I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history.
I began with Daisy Miller, and I've just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book.
I don't think films about elderly people have been made very much.
I think of Cocoon and Driving Miss Daisy. But they always seem to be fairly successful, so it's a bit baffling as to why everybody has to be treated as if they were five-years-old.
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine;
a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair; a flower is a single geranium blooming in a tin can on a murky city fire-escape; an acre of roses at the Botanical Gardens; and the first gold crocus of spring! ... a flower is a birth, a wedding, a leaving of this life.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
I'd love to adopt, but having a daughter, Daisy, who's in the middle of her teens, I'm now thinking: Is this a time to start all over again or is this a time to realise those child-rearing years are over?
Had she never been hungry enough to eat a flower? Did she not know that you could eat daisies, daylilies, pansies, and marigolds? That hungry enough, a person could consume the bright faces of violas, even the stems of dandelions and the bitter hips of roses?
DAISY: I never knew you were such a realist-I thought you were more poetic.
Where's your imagination? There are many sides to reality. Choose the one that's best for you. Escape into the world of imagination.
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.