The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.— Nhat Hanh
Floundering Flower Blossom quotations
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why such pleasure comes from one small bud on a long spindly stem, one blood red gold flower opening at mid-summer, tiny, perfect in its hour.
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.
I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.
We were born to die and we die to live.
As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.
Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets the sun on days of bliss, Friendships not forever last, They know not life, who know not this.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
He who wants a rose must respect her thorn.
Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Let the black flower blossom as it may!
All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In this my native land – in the land of my sires – I am degraded without fault as an alien and an outcast.
Let the flower of compassion blossom in the rich soil of maître, and water it with the good water of equanimity in the cool, refreshing shade of joy.
This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.
[W]hen the mind is really absent, in that silence, in that unlimited space, your potential starts glowing, radiating, flowering. Suddenly you are full of cherry blossoms, a new presence, a new fragrance.
The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are here first of all for delight.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not.
I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.
'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
Silently a flower blooms, In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the flower, the whole of the world is blooming. This is the talk of the flower, the truth of the blossom; The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody.
Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy
A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth
In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.