Our judgment ripens our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
Our judgment ripens our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
I who kept the greenhouse,
Lover of trees and flowers,
Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
Measuring its generous branches with my eye,
And listened to its rejoicing leaves
Lovingly patting each other
With sweet aeolian whispers.
He does not care for flowers. Calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.
Flower Mound took their amusing dog and pony show on the road to outlying communities last night, ... The dog got shot and they were barbequing the pony as I left.
If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so, I think, when we commit a fault, however small, each day, and do not cure ourselves of it.
One thing at least is certain This life flies One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.
Too late I stayed, forgive the crime Unheeded flew the hours How noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers.
Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are d
Loving behavior contributes to the group at the expense of the individual. Competition contributes to the survival of the individual at the expense of the group. In the garden of life, some people are more like flowers, and other people are more like weeds.
When I bring you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints
Look around you. The trees, flowers, birds, every animal and insect every living thing. Its miraculous. And it is all going to die. You will too, and so will all of those you love. The time will come when you will have to say good-bye to people. You don't know when. It could be tomorrow or next week. Yet, we live as if it will never happen. We get angry with our children or our partner, then leave for the day or longer, forgetting that if something terrible were to befall them, our last words would have been words of resentment and frustration, not love. And we would have to find a way to live with that.
Duty is God Work is worship. Even the tiniest work is a flower placed at the Feet of God.
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal seas.
The earth laughs in flowers.
A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.
Each flower is a soul blossoming out to nature.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, And here is my heart which beats only for you.
The sense of conquest is in it. Not often is a collector able to obtain complete material in one assault. The plant may be at the moment sterile, or only in fruit or flower... but this lack has the advantage of stimulating the collector to go back in another season or year to complete the work.
My life is in the open air,
And kindly is the work I do,
Since flowers are my joy and care,
And comfort too.
The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission as he does at the top of a mountain or in the petals of a flower.
Nothing makes you feel that you've overstayed your welcome like a flower arrangement that has withered and died.
And one might therefore say of me that in this book I have only made up a bunch of other peoples flowers, and that of my own I have only provided the string that ties them together.
Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.
Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown;
A thousand thousand to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faiththe fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.
At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.
I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.
The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain.
I don't mind . . . the fun and games of being treated like a fragile flower. But as a physiologist working with the unromantic scientific facts of life, I find it hard to delude myself about feminine frailty.
I have a responsibility to pass on to the next generation what I learned from my teachers, ... It keeps me young and reminds me where I came from. Teaching young artists is like giving water to a flower.
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.
In China, there's no such thing as an informal meeting. We had meetings where they rolled out the red carpet, literally. Everybody has name cards, there's a sequence of who speaks when, there are large banners and flowers. That's just the way they do things, very formal.
Spring flowers are long since gone. Summer's bloom hangs limp on every terrace. The gardener's feet drag a bit on the dusty path and the hinge in his back is full of creaks.
He was a simple guy, a quiet person, always good-natured. On every birthday he would bring me something, like a bouquet of flowers. He sent me something on every holiday. He never forgot me.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile some have a sad expression some are pensive and diffident others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and hollyhock.
Among archetypal images, the Sacred Tree is one of the most widely known symbols on Earth. There are few cultures in which the Sacred Tree does not figure as an image of the cosmos, as a dwelling place of gods or spirits, as a medium of prophecy and knowledge, and as an agent of metamorphoses when the tree is transformed into human or divine form or when it bears a divine or human image as its fruit or flowers.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly
makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of
flowers.
When Louis XIV assumed the reins of government France suddenly and wonderfully came to her maturity; it was as if the whole nation had burst into splendid flower.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.
It's all about creation and surprise. It just needs to be appreciated and watered like flowers. You have to water flowers. These peaks will come again.
If in soft slumber thou dost hear my voice,
Oh think how I should love a bed of flowers!
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
The word 'vegetable' has no precise botanical meaning in reference to food plants, and we find that almost all parts of plants have been employed as vegetables - roots (carrot and beet), stems (Irish potato and asparagus), leaves (spinach and lettuce), leaf stalk (celery and Swiss chard), bracts (globe artichoke), flower stalks and buds (broccoli and cauliflower), fruits (tomato and squash), seeds (beans), and even the petals (Yucca and pumpkin).
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
Correct handling of flowers refines the personality.
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.
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