Evolutionary biologists are not content merely to explain how variation occurs within limits, however. They aspire to answer a much broader question-which is how complex organisms like birds, and flowers, and human beings came into existence in the first place.
Flowers Quotes (761 Quotes)
Victory is the beautiful, bright-colored flower. Transport is the stem without which it could never have blossomed.
By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its blossom is shed Or like the snowfall in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever.
People have said they are interested, but haven't followed up with a confirmation letter that we leave behind. We still need dress donations, shoes, flowers and money for transportation.
A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.
Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.
History, we can confidently assert, is useful in the sense that art and music, poetry and flowers, religion and philosophy are useful. Without it -- as with these -- life would be poorer and meaner without it we should be denied some of those intellectual and moral experiences which give meaning and richness to life. Surely it is no accident that the study of history has been the solace of many of the noblest minds of every generation.
Now, if the principle of toleration were once admitted into classical education --if it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a language, and the stress of the teaching were placed on the few things absolutely essential to this result, if the tortoise were allowed time to creep, and the bird permitted to fly, and the fish to swim, towards the enchanted and divine sources of Helicon --all might in their own way arrive there, and rejoice in its flowers, its beauty, and its coolness.
I feel the better way is to 'begin' and then see where your imagination takes you. That's where the enjoyment of writing comes into full flower.
A love of flowers would beget early rising, industry, habits of close observation, and of reading. It would incline the mind to notice natural phenomena, and to reason upon them. It would occupy the mind with pure thoughts, and inspire a sweet and gentle enthusiasm maintain simplicity of taste and ... unfold in the heart an enlarged, unstraightened, ardent piety.
People living their lives for you on TVThey say they're better than you and you agree; He says Hold my calls for me I must go; The boss says Come here boy, there ain't nothin' for free; Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill; Another cute cheap thrill; You know you love him if you put in your will; Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save your own; We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them; The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue; Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower; Went up where the homeless had their homes; So we pray to as many different God's as there are flowers; But we call religion our friend; We're so worried about saving our souls; Afraid that God will take His toll; That we forget to begin; Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save your own; Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill; You got social security, but that don't pay your bills; There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay; So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o. k. for today, You say that you love them, take their money and run; Say it's been swel, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things; Those flings, those strings you've got to cut, So get out on the streets, girls, and bust you butts. Who will save you soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save you soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save you own.
Teachers who inspire know that teaching is like cultivating a garden, and those who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.
Then can we know where death begins Death begins from the first looks, the first whispers of love, from the first kisses, caresses and sex, when the being feels it shivers from the worm wind of the moments that gently wraps it and it wants not no lose the life of so many ancestors whose bones are in present breath of the being. Mans subconscious transmits that it in only through sex that he will be able to stay along with the bones and flesh of its ancestors by maintaining life that is merely a prelude of death. Then the being will vibrate loving and longing for a partner of opposite sex trying to understand the sexual impulse that dominated him but without being able to relate it to love because this in only possible when he knows the truth about the being and it is hidden somewhere in his sacred self. The truth on the birth of a new death lies in the sexual orgasm and it will be brought to this world as an offspring, following its path to the grave just as his forefathers, with blood and sweat, with hard work, despair and happiness, with fulfilment and tears. And this way the first kiss is born, the first flower is offered, along with the first stanzas from a poem of the Sacred Self.
White flowering dogwoods will add year-round beauty to your home. Dogwoods have showy spring flowers, scarlet autumn foliage and red berries that attract songbirds.
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
Overall, the anarchy was the most creative of all periods of Japanese culture for in it there appeared the greatest landscape painting, the culmination of the skill of landscape gardening and the arts of flower arrangement, and the No drama.
I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.
Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
A firm like J.C. Flowers buys businesses at a low price, fixes them up and sells them off a few years later for a much higher price. We're interested in running a futures business and we have expertise in this.
The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.
Plum blossoms soften a stone wall, give warmth to the moon. Flower power.
A radical generally meant a man who thought he could somehow pull up the root without affecting the flower. A conservative generally meant a man who wanted to conserve everything except his own reason for conserving anything.
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.
My Majesty made for him a garden anew in order to present to him vegetables and all beautiful flowers.
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer a white December storm had whirled over June ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.
I remember on that occasion, Roz invited a group of friends to gather around a festive table for a meal, with flowers, wine bottle and a portrait of Edith as the centerpiece.
At a single strain of music, the scent of a flower, or even one glimpse of a path of moonlight lying fair upon a Summer sea, the barriers crumble and fall. Through the long corridors the ghosts of the past walk unforbidden, hindered only by broken promises, dead hopes, and dream-dust.
Because we are in a war situation, this can sometimes be dangerous work. But guys like A.D. Flowers and his technicians just take it in stride and get on with the job. In four years, we've never had a serious accident or injury working with all the explosions.
Shed no tear O, shed no tear The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more O, weep no more Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?
He who knows self as the enjoyer of the honey from the flowers of the senses, ever present within, ruler of time, goes beyond fear. For this self is supreme
Man is incomprehensible without Nature and Nature is incomprehensible apart from man. For the delicate loveliness of the flower is as much in the human eye as in its own fragile petals and in the splendor of the heavens as much in the imagination that kindles at the touch of their glory as in the shining of countless worlds.
What, if anything, do the infinity of different traditional and individual ideas of a garden have in common They vary so much in purpose, in size, in style and content that not even flowers, or even plants at all, can be said to be essential. In the last analysis there is only one common factor between all gardens, and this is the control of nature by man. Control, that is, for aesthetic reasons.... The essence is control. Without constant watchful care a garden - any garden - rapidly returns to the state of the country all around it.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
A thing which fades With no outward sign Is the flower Of the heart of man In this world.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose For in your beautys orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
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.
I suspect the universe is accelerating proportionally with our understanding of the laws of nature and life respectively. It is not much different then the birth of a flower.
The career of a sage is of two kinds: He is either honored by all in the world, Like a flower waving its head, Or else he disappears into the silent forest.
It's not enough to offer consumers a beautiful flower. It needs to come with an extended warranty to remain lovely for a reasonable period of time.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
To Nature the dweller in the Nile valley linked all that was dear to him his happiest fetes, poetry, and love all were bound up with the garden and its products, especially flowers. Few Oriental nations can think of a festival without flowers, but nowhere are they so completely a part of human life, and so essential, as in Ancient Egypt.
Lovebuds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.
Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you. Allow your love to nourish yourself as well as others. Do not strain after the needs of life. It is sufficient to be quietly alert and aware of them. In this way life proceeds more naturally and effortlessly. Life is here to Enjoy
J.C. Flowers is very broadly involved with financial service companies of various types and is an entity with some knowledge of the market.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.