And why take ye thought for raiment Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow they toil not, neither do they spin And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith.
Quotes about lilies (14 Quotes)
Change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue; For the raptures and roses of vice.
When a baby comes you can smell two things: the smell of flesh, which smells like chicken soup, and the smell of lilies, the flower of another garden, the spiritual garden.
L am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go but I am not resigned.
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:
Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!
It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow they toil not, neither do they spin.
When you're on top and you lead the parade, everyone's there throwing lilies and lilac water on your head. But when those parades have gone by and there's a storm in your heart, there are very few people that are going to sit there and listen to you bemoan life.
I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess to be a little wilderness.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their groups ever came back after crawling up the stem of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface he rested himself on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep him promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that if they could ever see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number. The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death. is no proof that they cease to exit.
I have sat here happy in the gardens, Watching the still pool and the reeds And the dark clouds.... But though I greatly delight In these and the water lilies, That which sets me nighest to weeping Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flagstones, And the pale yellow grasses Among them.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.