Best flower & wind Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

Source: The task, Table talk, and other poems: With critical observations of various authors on his genius and character, and notes, critical and illustrative

“The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.”

Wind Flower Spring Wave Bees Bud Gladness Peaches

Author:Lucy Larcom

“The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.”

People Men Doe Wind Flower Goodness Good Man Good People Scent Odor

Book:Sacred Books of the East: Including Selections from the Vedic Hymns, Zend-Avesta, Dhammapada, Upanishads, the Koran, and the Life of Buddha

Source: Sacred Books of the East: Including Selections from the Vedic Hymns, Zend-Avesta, Dhammapada, Upanishads, the Koran, and the Life of Buddha

“Any action, like any act of magic, is in some sense an act of faith ... I've seen the desert bloom, the flower that emerges from the barest hint of water, and I know the power of life will rise, stubborn and persistent to be renewed. May our actions be the wind that brings the rain.”

Knows May Action Water Magic Wind Flower Rain Desert Stubborn Persistent Our Actions Hints

Author:Starhawk

“O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength--a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.”

Kind Eye Dies Fall Wind Flower Breaths Dare All Kinds March Pale Crowns Violet Incidents Lilies Maids Wagons Malady Unmarried Daffodil

Author:William Shakespeare

“The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.”

Force Wind Flower Rain Fruit Thrown Bees

Book:Selected Poems of Charles Olson

Source: Selected Poems of Charles Olson

“Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her.”

People Long Night Stars Pleasure Rooms Sun Sky Sweet Wind Flower Long Time Cat Likes Silver Carrie Bowls Midnight Purple Moonlight Liquid Night Sky Mistrust Paws

Author:J. Ruth Gendler

“Magic, indeed, is all around us, in stones, flowers, stars, the dawn wind and the sunset cloud; all we need is the ability to see and understand.”

Needs Stars Ability Magic Wind Flower Stones Clouds Dawn Sunset Ability To See

Book:Natural Magic

Source: Natural Magic

“Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.”

“And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.”

Way May Wind Flower Touched Nodding Peonies

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“Your seed has been covered with so many layers of culture, etiquitte, education, religion, country, that you have completely forgotten that you are here to grow, that you have become a lush green bush full of flowers, fragrance, dancing in the wind and in the rain and in the sun.”

Has Beens Country Culture Grows Sun Wind Flower Rain Green Dancing Forgotten Seeds Covered Layers Fragrance Lush

Author:Rajneesh

“Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men, Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars Makest to teem the many-voyaged main And fruitful lands- for all of living things Through thee alone are evermore conceived, Through thee are risen to visit the great sun- Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on, Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away, For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers, For thee waters of the unvexed deep Smile, and the hollows of the serene sky Glow with diffused radiance for thee!”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lucretius (Illustrated)

“The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.”

Wind Flower Blow

Book:Emerson in His Journals

Source: Emerson in His Journals

“You could be attached to merely a description of a plant or a flower. Or a narrative of an event. Or rage at injustice. Isaiah and the other Hebrew prophets, in their rage, were being altogether attached - not at all detached, although as I think of the word "detachment," I also think of a sheet of paper, loose from its notebook, fluttering around somewhere in the wind trying to find its home again.”

Thinking Trying Home Events Wind Flower Paper Plant Injustice Rage Narrative Prophet Description Sheets Detachment Notebook Detached Hebrew Fluttering

Author:Gerald Stern

“I cry when I work in the garden, because the Sun, the rain, the wind and the Earth all work together to make us food and flowers. It just blows me away.”

Earth Together Sun Cry Wind Flower Rain Garden Blow Working Together

Author:Robin Lim

“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

“Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.”

“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.”

Giving Littles Seems Together Peace Air Wind Flower Clouds Little Things Teamwork Perfume Meadows

Author:Georges Bernanos

“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.”

“The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.”

Knows Said Felt Know How Wind Flower Bed Rain Garden Lays

Book:The poetry of Robert Frost

Source: The poetry of Robert Frost

“No matter what terror the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.”

World Humans Persons Matter Earth Bits Human Beings Sea Produce Wind Flower Stones No Matter What Complexes Terror Hello

Book:The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore

Source: The Collected Stories of Lorrie Moore

“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.”

Ends Past Grows Black Nature Dark White Walks Watches Streets Wind Flower Blow Smoke Arrows Pits Sidewalk Chalk Asphalt

Author:Shel Silverstein

“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered”

Ifs Believe Littles Said Body Hands Eye Beautiful Girl Forever Alive Air Wind Flower Spring Rain Moved Fingers Busy Breasts Touched Too Busy Trembling

Book:Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up the flowers, wind, water, a big rock.”

Thinking Men Trying Ends Bigs Lost Water Rocks Wind Flower Praying Radio Boxes Make You Think Grit Shug

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

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

“Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined. But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black.”

Source: Evernight (Evernight, Book 1)

“At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.”

Source: Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest

“The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.”

Mind Beautiful Peace Walks Steps Path Meditation Wind Flower Thousand Blow Meditation Practice Blooming Flower Walking Meditation

Book:Happiness (EasyRead Edition)

Source: Happiness (EasyRead Edition)

“Love is not a 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!”

Night House Born Hours Chance Love Is Wind Flower Garden Hot Plant Seeds Colour Sunshine Weed Wet Scent Sprung

Book:The Forsyte Saga 1: The Man of Property: The Forsyte Saga: Book One

Source: The Forsyte Saga 1: The Man of Property: The Forsyte Saga: Book One

“No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.”

Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings

“An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things- Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small.”

“Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.”

Knows Hands Light Moving Growing Wind Flower Walking Red Blue Rose Golden Be You Nothingness Fog Without You Noon Wheat Your Presence

Author:Pablo Neruda

“And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.”

Millions Wind Flower Dancing Over It Yellow Butterfly

Author:Steven Erikson

“i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss”

Should Soul Light Found Sleep Air Fields Wind Flower Arms Kissing Rain Presses Clubs Deeds Woods Strikes Superiors Dust Frightened Pale Feathers Thrilling Your Smile Coolness

Author:e. e. cummings

“The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?”

Wells Said Soul Done Left Water Wind Flower Return Garden Rose Brilliant My Soul Yellow Fountain Petals Odor Withered Jasmine Yellow Leaves

Author:Antonio Machado

“Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Samuel Butler (Illustrated)

“Flowers are fragile and ephemeral...Even if you meant to protect them with a surrounding fence from wind and rain, they would die without sunlight...and a spindly fence has no power against a strong wind. - Haibara Ai”

Ifs Dies Strong Wind Flower Protect Rain Fragile Sunlight Fence Ephemeral Conan Wind And Rain Strong Winds

Author:Gosho Aoyama

“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

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