Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for you."— Max Lucado
Heartwarming Mother Flower quotations
Accept both compliments and criticism. It takes both sun and rain for a flower to grow.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.
It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
So plant your own gardens and decorate your soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Gaea?” Leo shook his head. “Isn’t that Mother Nature? She’s supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry.” “Leo, that’s Snow White,” Piper said.
Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness.
If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.
My mother named me after a miracle of nature: Waris means desert flower.
The desert flower blooms in a barren environment where few living things can survive.
There are few things more powerful than the faithful prayers of a righteous mother.
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.
A garden is a love song, a duet between a human being and Mother Nature.
And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.
All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my mother.
A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity.
Be Thou praised, my Lord, of our Sister Mother Earth, which sustains and hath us in rule, and produces divers fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
I saw more than I can tell / And I understood more than I saw.
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see.
She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
WIth freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.
How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.
What can you say about a man, who on Mother's Day sends flowers to his mother-in-law, with a note thanking her for making him the happiest man on Earth?
Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.
If Terri was upset about how silly she would look, her mother was completely undone. Seems she wanted Terri in her full natural bloom, not with any blooming flower.
If you love a flower, don't pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
... my mother adorned with flowers whatever shabby house we were forced to live in.
My mother's eyes were large and brown, like my son's, but unlike Sam's, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can't quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around.
I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day.
I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
If God is Mother, then we need only gather together with people and adore her through rituals intended to satisfy the female soul, ritual involving dance, fire, water, air, earth, songs, music, flowers, and beauty.
Mother does not exist, like water that has given life to a flower and then disappeared. Mothers live somewhere after giving birth to us.
My daughter and two sons are the flowers in my heart and garden.
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)haveone.
It will not be a pansy heaven ora fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley butit will be a heaven of blackred rosesmy father will be(deep like a rosetall like a rose)standing near myswaying over her(silent)with eyes which are really petals and seenothing with the face of a poet really whichis a flower and not a face withhandswhich whisperThis is my beloved my(suddenly in sunlighthe will bow,and the whole garden will bow)
You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great.
I love them both. I just don't want them out of guilt, and I don't want them if you're not going to give them to all the people who helped mother our children.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
We will be on the fourth for a long time.
We haven't entered the area of the fourth that I've talked about in the Flower of Life, because when we do, our bodies will transfer. So this would be some kind of transitional state that we are in. And it would have to do with Mother Earth, the Sun, and God, if they decide to do that.
In art class at school we learned how to draw tanks and soldiers opening fire at [Iranian leader Ayatollah] Khomeini and his beard. They didn't teach us the names of the flowers that grew around us in the city - wild flowers of all kinds and all colors. The math teacher used to whip the kids with his trouser belt. My father was constantly violent toward my mother for the most trivial reasons.