I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.— Pablo Neruda
Lust Spring Flowers quotations
Accept both compliments and criticism. It takes both sun and rain for a flower to grow.
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.
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
So plant your own gardens and decorate your soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
The proper education of the young does not consist in stuffing their heads with a mass of words, sentences, and ideas dragged together out of various authors, but in opening up their understanding to the outer world, so that a living stream may flow from their own minds, just as leaves, flowers, and fruit spring from the bud on a tree.
You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.
I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me.
They are the essence of spring.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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.
WIth freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy.
Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
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.
In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
I don't fear death; I fear remaining silent in the face of injustice. I am young and I want to live. But I say to those that would eliminate my voice: I am ready, wherever and whenever you might strike. You can cut down the flower, but nothing can stop the coming of the spring.
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.
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
To us who remain behind is left this day of memories.
Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.
We enjoy life's garden. Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.
The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others, Others, like blood. With saucy gesture Primroses flare, And roguish violets, Hidden with care; And whatsoever There stirs and strives, The Spring's contented, If works and thrives.
Flowers do not bloom without a little rain. Everything has its purpose, even pain.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in lovely April's name did hide, And leave it there, eternally allied To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
There are always flowers. For those who want to see them.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
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.
As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can.
As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I'm the Earth. I won't give up until the Earth gives up.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.