Flowers Quotes

"Where, you tend a rose, my lad,
A thistle cannot grow." ~ The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett "At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows." ~ Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare "Don't you love heavy fragrances, faint with sweetness, ravishing juices of odor, heliotropes, violets, water-lilies,--powerful attars and extracts that snatch your soul off your lips?" ~ The Amber Gods by Harriet Prescott Spofford The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens "Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers." ~ The Naval Treaty by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 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. ~ Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens "I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then." ~ Anne's House of Dreams by Lucy Maud Montgomery She and Stephen were in that stage of courtship which makes the most exquisite moment of youth, the freshest blossom-time of passion,--when each is sure of the other's love, but no formal declaration has been made, and all is mutual divination, exalting the most trivial word, the lightest gesture, into thrills delicate and delicious as wafted jasmine scent. ~ The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild! ~ The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy "I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else." ~ Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw