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“Roses," she thought sardonically, "All trash, m’dear.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Try to pause each day and take a walk to view nature.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

“Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.”
― Allison Pearson

“The more I love, the more flowers bloom in my heart.”
― Debasish Mridha

“The flower, as he saw it, ruled over evil; it absorbed in itself all innocently shed blood (that is why it is so red) all tears and all the gall of humanity. It was an awful and mysterious being, the antitheses of God, an Ahriman presenting a most unassuming and innocent appearance. It was necessary to break it off and kill it. But this was not all; it was also necessary not to permit it at its death to discharge its evil upon the world.”
― Vsevolod Garshin

“The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.”
― Emily Dickinson

“It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.”
― Debasish Mridha

“I dream of a small room and a man with one eye. Blood seeps like scarlet tears from his empty socket. I turn away and the room becomes a hallway that becomes a stairway that becomes a roof. The wind tugs at my body; the sky tries to wrap me in stars. Below me, a gazebo glows with red light. A line of black cars crawls like cockroaches through the streets.

An air conditioner exhaust fan chitters angrily near the roof’s edge, one of its blades bent just enough to scrape against the side of the casing. For a second I let the wind push me close enough to the fan’s razor- sharp blades that a lock of my hair gets snipped and sent out into the night. As it twists and flutters toward the gazebo, I think about just letting go, letting the breeze carry my body into the whirling blades, the wind scattering pieces of me throughout the city. Blood and flesh seeping into the cracked pavement. Flowers blooming wherever I land.”
― Paula Stokes, Vicarious

“The next morning, when Thomasin withdrew the curtains of her bedroom window, there stood the Maypole in the middle of the greek, its top cutting into the sky. It had sprung up in the night. or rather early morning, like Jack's bean-stalk. She opened the casement to get a better view of the garlands and posies that adored it. The sweet perfume of the flowers had already spread into the surrounding air, which being free from every taint, conducted to her lips a full measure of the fragrance received from the spire of blossom in its midst. At the top of the pole were crossed hoops decked with small flowers; beneath these came a milk-white zone of Maybloom;then a zone of bluebells, then of cowslips, then of lilacs, then of ragged-rosins, daffodils and so on, till the lowest stage was reached.Thomasin noticed all these, and was delighted that the May revel was to be so near.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native

“Someone once said that there are always flowers for those who want to find flowers. I think that's true. But I also think that there are always cakes for those who want to find cakes.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“You may bend, but that will not bring your life to an end. Your refusal to give up is the key; your rose flowers blossom from the thorns of life!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“... from the classically executed lifelike bouquets, tempting you to reach for the petals that fell on a three-dimensional tablecloth, to a new and disturbing style in which the colors seemed to blaze with such intensity they destroyed the old lines, the old solidity, to make a vision like those states which I'm nearest my delirium and flowers grow before my eyes and crackle like the flames of lamps.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“We humans speak many languages; flowers on the contrary speak only one language: The language of beauty!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Let me be the type man who plants a field of flowers so you can be the type of woman who picks them.”
― A.J. Compton, The Counting-Downers

“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 minerals as there are species of birds or monkeys. 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.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Dreams are the flowers of imagination which bloom on the fertile grounds of the mind.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Flowers are the smiles of earth inviting you to enjoy the beauty of love.”
― Debasish Mridha

“There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.”
― Bryant A. Loney, To Hear The Ocean Sigh

“I have always been sensitive to vibrations and energies. Sometimes, I meet people and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know that person is just wrong somehow. That their wiring is different, their moral compass screwed.”
― Alex Mitchell, Botanical Malice

“ChcÄ™ czerwieÅ„ zerwać z kwiatów polnych,
Czerwienią nocy spalić krew,
Jak piersi nieba chcę być wolny,
W chmury siÄ™ wbić w koronach drzew.”
― Krzysztof Kamil BaczyÅ„ski, Utwory zebrane, Tom 2

“... the cattleyas especially (these being, with chrysanthemums, her favourite flowers), because they had the supreme merit of not looking in the least like other flowers, but of being made, apparently, out of scraps of silk or satin.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“Some people hate the rain, other appreciate it for the blooming flowers.”
― Karen Quan, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

“Nature suffers the most but never complains. Flowers never forget to bloom and beautify the world.”
― Debasish Mridha

“There are two types of women. The ones who wait to receive flowers and the ones who go out and pick them.”
― A.J. Compton, The Counting-Downers

“Jesus was a man of love, of immense compassion. He loved this earth, the people, the threes, because that is the way to love God.

God is life. Jesus is very life-affirmative. He says total yes to life.

When you look into the eyes of each being that you meet, you meet God.

Everybody is an incarnation of God - the threes, the flowers, the rocks, the animals, the people and the mountains.

Love the people, love the threes, love the animals - and through the love you meet God.

All are brothers here, because God is one.

The threes, the flowers, the birds and the rocks are all your brothers, because they all come from the one source.

if you are not reconciled with the world, you cannot pray to God. Prayer is only possible when you are in harmony with existence.

The whole existence is your brother. The first step for prayer is to be reconciled with your brother. And your brother means all beings.

Jesus is a celebration of being, a celebration of life.

If you deny life, you deny God.

If you say no to life, you say no to God, because God is life.

To understand Jesus, you have to understand that life is God.

If you say yes to life, you will feel a prayer arising in your heart, a yes arising in your being.

The ego is a no to life, the ego is a separation from life. The inner being is a yes to life. The inner being is a deep yes and acceptance of life.

Saying yes bridges you with the whole. It makes you a part of the whole.

Saying yes will make you more and more spiritual.

Jesus whole message is yes. The word "amen" means yes.

You will never meet God, you will meet human beings, animals, stones and threes.

You can love God through other human beings, through threes, through stones and through animals.

And when you have learnt to love God through all his forms - then only love changes into prayer.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten

“When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She just kept trying.'
'I don't understand.'
'Because you can't.'
'What does this have to do with anything?'
I don't fiddle with my fingers and there's no apology on the tip of my tongue when I say, 'I am my mother's son.”
― Ellie Lieberman

“When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She kept planting seeds even thought nothing would grow. She just kept trying.'
'I don't understand.'
'Because you can't.'
'What does this have to do with anything?'
I don't fiddle with my fingers and there's no apology on the tip of my tongue when I say, 'I am my mother's son.”
― Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings

“Tropical trees had been planted throughout the room, along with bright flowering plants that were busy committing the olfactory floral equivalent of aggravated assault.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“For a few heady weeks of the year the steppe in a binge throws out a wilderness of flowers that tangle your hooves and confuse your horse.”
― Bryn Hammond, Against Walls

“There was a warm breeze blowing in the car as they passed the mansions in the Garden District and they could smell the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine. Soft light fell on the neutral ground along the streetcar tracks.”
― Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans