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“Don't wait until people are dead to give them flowers.”
― Sean Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens: The Ultimate Teenage Success Guide

“I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Wives and Daughters

“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!—almost foul, with so many odors. Ô, that and the spicy night! …Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too—the moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom.”
― Roman Payne

“I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.”
― Kim Dong Hwa

“Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.”
― Kelly Clarkson

“The Gentle Gardener

I'd like to leave but daffodils to mark my little way,
To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray;
I'd like to pass away from earth and feel I'd left behind
But roses and forget-me-nots for all who come to find.

I'd like to sow the barren spots with all the flowers of earth,
To leave a path where those who come should find but gentle mirth;
And when at last I'm called upon to join the heavenly throng
I'd like to feel along my way I'd left no sign of wrong.

And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few;
There is not time enough on earth for all I'd like to do;
But, having lived and having toiled, I'd like the world to find
Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind.”
― Edgar A. Guest

“I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.”
― Henry Ward Beecher

“Don't waste hate on pink geranium.”
― Elizabeth Goudge, The Little White Horse

“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.”
― Francis Thompson

“A daffodil bulb will divide and redivide endlessly. That's why, like the peony, it is one of the few flowers you can find around abandoned farmhouses, still blooming and increasing in numbers fifty years after the farmer and his wife have moved to heaven, or the other place, Boca Raton. If you dig up a clump when no one is nearby and there is no danger of being shot, you'll find that there are scores of little bulbs in each clump, the progeny of a dozen or so planted by the farmer's wife in 1942. If you take these home, separate them, and plant them in your own yard, within a couple of years, you'll have a hundred daffodils for the mere price of a trespassing fine or imprisonment or both. I had this adventure once, and I consider it one of the great cheap thrills of my gardening career. I am not advocating trespassing, especially on my property, but there is no law against having a shovel in the trunk of your car.”
― Cassandra Danz, Mrs. Greenthumbs: How I Turned a Boring Yard into a Glorious Garden and How You Can, Too

“In a painful time of my life I went often to a wooded hillside where May apples grew by the hundreds, and I thought the sourness of their fruit had a symbolism for me. Instead, I was to find both love and happiness soon thereafter. So to me [the May apple] is the mandrake, the love symbol, of the old dealers in plant restoratives.”
― Hal Borland

“I once saw many flowers blooming
Upon my way, in indolence
I scorned to pick them in my going
And passed in proud indifference.

Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me;
Now, when I'm sick to death in pain,
In mocking torment still they haunt me,
Those fragrant blooms of my disdain.”
― Heinrich Heine

“There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and tuberoses exhaled their incense, wrapping her in a final sigh, so profound that it drowned the chorus of roses, and in this culminating gasp of blossom, Albine was dead.”
― Émile Zola, La Faute de l'abbé Mouret

“She opened her sketchbook, carefully tore out several pages and handed them to Nasser--three detailed color sketches of three flowers. Leafing through the pages, he translated the message. A petunia: Your presence soothes me. A peppermint flower: warmth of feeling. And heartsease, the flower he'd given her so many times before.
You occupy my thoughts.
"I've been doing a lot of reading," Lee said quietly, setting her sketchbook aside. "You're not the only one who knows what flowers mean.”
― Kaye Thornbrugh, Flicker

“I won't regret, because you can grow flowers where dirt used to be.”
― Kate Nash

“Flowers have the greatest talent in converting an ordinary place into a magical palace!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us.”
― Henrietta Dumont

“With flowers the sex is up-front and x-rated.”
― Harold Davis, Photographing Flowers: Exploring Macro Worlds with Harold Davis

“She would also be creating her own bridal bouquet. She wanted to feel the fragility and softness of each petal. And to make the single flowers stronger than they’d been separately. Just as she was stronger now, together with people who loved and accepted her.”
― Liz Grace Davis, Tangi's Teardrops: A single tear will change everything...

“Vase

[Why weep

Come back tomorrow

There are also poisonous flowers

and flowers always open in the evening

she loves the cinema

she has been in Russia

Love married with disdain

Pearl-studded watch

a trip to Montrouge

Maisons- Lafitte

and everything finishes in perfumes

remember

Let the flower bloom and let the fruit rot

and let the grain sprout

while the storms rage]”
― Guillaume Apollinaire, Calligrammes: Poems of Peace and War

“The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.”
― Lara Biyuts

“...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...”
― John Geddes A Familiar Rain

“Дурманящий аромат огромных лилий быстро окутал каминный зал. Лилиан поставила букет в заранее приготовленную вазу и улыбнулась:
�� Как всегда, мои любимые.
�� Ты любишь розы. �� Помпилио обнаружил поднос с вином и бокалами и занялся бутылкой.
�� За обедом мы выяснили, что ты всё помнишь.
�� Да�� Но я люблю дарить тебе лилии. Это твои цветы.
�� Это мое имя, �� уточнила девушка.
�� Это твои цветы, �� твердо повторил Помпилио. �� Красивые и гордые.
�� У розы есть шипы.
�� Оружие выставляют напоказ от неуверенности.”
― Вадим Панов, Последний адмирал Заграты

“On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn't know Peter was out of town.”
― Theric Jepson, Byuck

“In the cold dark days of the winter, dream about the flowers to get warmed up!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Instead of putting flowers in books to flatten them you can use a brick.”
― Nicole McKay, A bit of rubbish about a Brick and a Blanket