Best flower & faces Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.”

“Beauty is a fairy; sometimes she hides herself in a flower-cup, or under a leaf, or creeps into the old ivy, and plays hide-and-seek with the sunbeams, or haunts some ruined spot, or laughs out of a bright young face.”

Sometimes Play Faces Young Laughing Flower Spots Cups Fairy Leafs Ruined Creeps Ivy Sunbeams Hide And Seek

Author:George Augustus Henry Sala

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

America Faces Air Flower Holy Tired Jazz Dawn Floating

Book:Road Novels 1957-1960

Source: Road Novels 1957-1960

“I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete”

Heart Faces Hours Sweet Flower My Heart Romantic Sweet Flowers

Book:Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

Source: Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

“A cathedral without windows, a face without eyes, a field without flowers, an alphabet without vowels, a continent without rivers, a night without stars, and a sky without a sun—these would not be so sad as a . . . soul without Christ.”

Soul Eye Faces Night Stars Christ Sun Sky Fields Flower Rivers Window Continents Cathedrals Alphabet So Sad Vowels

Author:Tad R. Callister

“All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world. The outcome of his thought, ceasing to be renunciatory, flowers in images. It frolics-\-\-in myths, to be sure, but myths with no other depth than that of human suffering and, like it, inexhaustible. Not the divine fable that amuses and blinds, but the terrestrial face, gesture, and drama in which are summed up a difficult wisdom and an ephemeral passion.”

“Everything in the world has its two faces, however. Weeds sometimes blossom into artful flowers. Beauty walks hand in hand with ugliness, sickness with health, and life tiptoes around in the horned shadow of death. The trick is to recognize which is which and to recognize what you're dealing with at the time.”

World Two Sometimes Hands Faces Walks Flower Shadow Tricks Sickness Weed Ugliness Hand In Hand Tiptoes Shadow Of Death Health And Life

Author:Tiffany Baker

“It seems to me as a woman's face doesna want flowers; it's almost like a flower itself.... It's like when a man's singing a good tune, you don't want t' hear bells tinkling and interfering wi' the sound.”

Men Want Seems Faces Sound Women Flower Singing Tunes Bells Interfere

Book:Adam Bede

Source: Adam Bede

“The fields and the flowers and the beautiful faces are not ours, as the stars and the hills and the sunlight are not ours, but they give us fresh and happy thoughts.”

Giving Beautiful Faces Stars Fields Flower Hills Sunlight Beautiful Face Happy Thoughts

Book:Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion

Source: Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion

“The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song.”

Faces Moving Song Grace Flower Hair Bird Fairs Glad Grass Autumn Stem Rice Lilies Maidens Nodding Bracelet

Book:Kalidasa translations of Shakuntala, and other works

Source: Kalidasa translations of Shakuntala, and other works

“With Wordsworth, indeed, the light of revelation did not fall upon human beings so unbrokenly as upon the face of the earth. He knew the birds of the countryside better than the old men, and the flowers far better than the children.”

Men Humans Children Light Earth Faces Fall Human Beings Flower Bird Revelations Old Man Countryside Wordsworth

Author:Robert Wilson Lynd

“For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and therefore beautiful. A tree has significance if one sees it against the empty face of sky. A note in music gains significance from the silences on either side. A candle flowers in the space of night. Even small and casual things take on significance if they are washed in space, like a few autumn grasses in one corner of an Oriental painting, the rest of the page bare.”

“So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces.”

Faces Flower Raises Blue Tiny

Book:A Treasury of Flower Fairies

Source: A Treasury of Flower Fairies

“A cat is a purring parcel of paradox, a cunning collection of contradictions. A cat is lazy and busy, dainty and savage, affectionate and aloof, greedy and finicky, sound asleep in one instant, and awake and stalking in the next. A cat is a limp puddle of softness, surrounding a steel-hard and ever-alert set of muscles. ... A cat has the face of a pansy flower, and is just as velvety. A cat holds infinity in her eyes, and your heart in her front paws.”

“When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream.”

Source: The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition

“Had she never been hungry enough to eat a flower? Did she not know that you could eat daisies, daylilies, pansies, and marigolds? That hungry enough, a person could consume the bright faces of violas, even the stems of dandelions and the bitter hips of roses?”

Knows Life Persons Enough Faces Flower Rose Hungry Bitter Hips Stem Daisies Dandelions Viola Pansies Marigolds

Book:The Orphan Master's Son

Source: The Orphan Master's Son

“Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.”

Light Faces Waiting Flower All Things Dear Opening Good Day Opening Day Baseball Opening Day Opening Day Baseball Childish Things

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“There are over a million types of fish in the sea as there are flowers in all of the world's gardens. There are at least a million different types of rocks/minerals as there are species of birds or monkeys. To believe we are the only "intelligent beings" on this earth and beyond is ignorance. The possible configurations of lifeforms that could be created from a single atom are infinite. There are at least a billion people on this earth, and no two faces look the same. It is very arrogant to assume that we have seen all of God's miracles.”

“We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.”

“Life is like a garden. Quite naturally, leaves wither and flowers fade. Only if we clear the decay of the past then and there can we really enjoy the beauty of the new leaves and flowers. Likewise, we must clear the murkiness of the past bad experiences from our minds. Life is remembrance in forgetfulness. Forgive what ought to be forgiven; forget what ought to be forgotten. Let us embrace life with renewed vigor. We should be able to face every moment of life with renewed expectation, like a freshly blossomed flower.”

“I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.”

Source: The Garden of Ignorance: The Experiences of a Woman in a Garden

“Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?”

Life Giving Trying Faces Walks Attention Tree Flower Garden Dance Forests Bouquets Forests And Trees Arbor Day Plants And Flowers Flowering Trees

Book:Anything We Love Can Be Saved: A Writer's Activism

Source: Anything We Love Can Be Saved: A Writer's Activism

“She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.”

Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

“I had not seen "Pride and Prejudice," till I read that sentence of yours, and then I got the book. And what did I find? An accurate daguerreotyped portrait of a common-place face; a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with neat borders and delicate flowers; but no glance of a bright, vivid physiognomy, no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck. I should hardly like to live with her ladies and gentlemen, in their elegant but confined houses.”

“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.”

Men Looks May Book Matter Hands Eye Faces Strange Flower Bears Tongue Innocent Welcome Your Face Serpent Lady Macbeth

Author:William Shakespeare

“A thousand plastic flowers don't make a desert bloom. A thousand empty faces don't fill an empty room".”

Faces Rooms Flower Thousand Empty Desert Plastic Empty Rooms Plastic Flowers

Author:Frederick Salomon Perls

“When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.”

May Remember Faces Pay Sun Flower Hair Shining Casts Gray December Hay Sun Shines

Book:Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family

Source: Or Give Me Death: A Novel of Patrick Henry's Family

“We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—”

People Heart Play Faces Moving Rooms Enemy Flower Rounds Graves Crush

Book:The World in a Frame

Source: The World in a Frame

“If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning... Face it, friend. He is crazy about you!”

Ifs Inspirational Would Be Faces Morning Crazy Flower Spring Uplifting Every Morning Sunrise Refrigerators Wallets

Book:Grace for the Moment: Morning and Evening Devotional Journal

Source: Grace for the Moment: Morning and Evening Devotional Journal

“Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies”

Knows Littles Two Ends Faces Names Language Secret Tree Sky Flower Bed Ancient Again And Again Abyss Face To Face Two Of Us Language Of Love Ancient Trees

Book:Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

“How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.”

Long Faces Flower Dawn

Book:On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

Source: On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho

“the rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn’t mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. they’ll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they’ll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i’ll be in their faces. i’ll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. i’ll be inside the one who holds you. and then i won’t be.”

“The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as the circus light struck them. He groped for the flap, that slit in the fabric that would reveal her to him. She was on the rope again, her skirt flashing with tiny mirrors, hair braided with petals. He looked up at her, dizzy with it, seeing her face framed in the parasol. There were bluish shadows around her eyes.”

Light Eye Faces Seeing Flower Hair Shadow Rain Mirrors Caught Tiny Pale Fabric Her Eyes Lit Rope Circus Skirts Tents Petals Framed Dizzy Eyelashes Slits Parasols

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“I thought about the earth then, really thought about it, the tsunami's and earthquakes and volcanoes, all the horrors I haven't witnessed but have changed my life, the lives of everyone I know, all the people I'll never know. I thought about life without the sun, the moon, stars, without flowers and warm days in May. I thought about a year ago and all the good things I'd taken for granted and all the unbearable things that had replaced those simple blessings. And even though I hated the thought of crying in from of Syl, tears streamed down my face.”

“Then, Éowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.”

“Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.”

World Long Eye Faces Girl Black Boys Saws Serious Flower Hair Garden Horse Blue London Smoke Brown Dirt Fog Blue Eyes Curls Metallic Black Hair Serious Face

Book:City of Fallen Angels

Source: City of Fallen Angels

“The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.”

“Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.”

Source: Lighthousekeeping

“Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.”

Heart Long Reason Faces Morning Journey Dog Fields Flower Return Promise Laughter Cat Tired Kitchen Goodbye Sunset Gray Afternoon Sole Farewell Old Friends Old Dog Long Journey Muzzle

Author:Ray Bradbury

“Some of the memories were not clear - -dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin.”

“George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her. Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown against the view.”

Feels Moments Faces Joy Speak Heaven Sound Voice Views Silence Saws Missing Flower Broken Beats Dresses Blue Wave Fallen Brown Arrivals Radiant Lucy Room With A View

Book:A Room With A View: England Literature

Source: A Room With A View: England Literature

“He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Thomas Hardy (Illustrated)

“I liked the solitude and the silence of the woods and the hills. I felt there the sense of a presence, something undefined and mysterious, which was reflected in the faces of the flowers and the movements of birds and animals, in the sunlight falling through the leaves and in the sound of running water, in the wind blowing on the hills and the wide expanse of earth and sky.”

Running Earth Faces Fall Felt Sound Water Animal Silence Sky Movement Wind Flower Solitude Bird Woods Wide Mysterious Hills Sunlight Expanse Earth And Sky Running Water Undefined Wind Blowing

Author:Bede Griffiths

“In the parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended. What goes up does not necessarily come down, a body at rest does not tend to stay at rest and not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and opposite reaction. Time, 'too, is different. It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then. The very arrangement of molecules is fluid: Tables can be clocks, faces, flowers.”

Source: Girl, Interrupted

“I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality. I often imagine how people would react to my death. Mr Dunthorne's quavering voice as he makes the announcement. The shocked faces of my classmates. A playground bedecked with flowers. The empty stillness of a school corridor. Local news analysis. . . . The steady stoicism of my parents. . . . Candlelit vigils. . . . And finally, my glorious resurrection.”

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