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“There is a flower...I think that she has tamed me...”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“When people get kinder, our society blooms for the better.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Flowers, you who end in close affinity to the arrangers�� hands
(Hands of girls then, hands of girls now),
You who cover the garden table from end to end,
Grown weak, gently injured,

Waiting for water which revives you once more
From a death already commenced - and now
Again taken up between the opposing, sorting
Fingers and their feeling of you, and which can so well

Show you favour, give ease more than you had imagined,
As you recover yourselves in a jug,
Cooling slowly, and the ardour of the girls like confessions

Given up by you, seeping forth like muddy and tiresome sins
You committed by being plucked, - these are another tie between you,
So joined in alliance by both your blossomings.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“Anybody can turn their life around for the better, but people who make other people’s lives better because of them are the healers. They are the flowers.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Let our kindness bloom as the flowers to recuperate us and spread love and peace in the world.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“That is the most expensive spice in the world. It comes from the Valley of Flowers, where everyone's hands are red from separating the saffron from the blossoms. Each flower has just three strands, so it takes seventy thousand flowers to make a single pound.”
― Ruth Reichl, The Paris Novel

“A new week has commenced, and we face new days filled with experiences yet to be discovered, and moments yet to be adventured, some good and some inevitably challenging. As we look forward to the week, let’s take heed from one of the many big lessons the smaller things in nature provide, and strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“The experience of joy will for the first time give you the experience of a beauty that is eternal. It will also give you an insight into the phenomenon of beauty. This insight will not only make you beautiful, it also transforms  your whole world. 
Then the whole world becomes beautiful, because the world reflects you. The world is a mirror of you. The trees, the flowers, the animals, the people, the rivers and the mountains will reflect you. You cannot get more than you give. 
Many people have not any beautiful to put into life, which is why they live such miserable, joyless, and bored lives. There may be a beautiful sunset, but they do not have the eyes to see it. There may be a bird singing, but they are deaf to hear it.They have no insight into beauty. 
When you have an insight into beauty, you will find beauty everywhere. Then you have the eyes to see, and the ears to hear. You will find beauty in a tree,in a stone, in a flower, in an animal or in the sky. You will find awe and wonder, and you will be thrilled and moved. 
To know real beauty, one has to go into deep silence. One has to become more aware, alert and silent. Then your heart becomes purified, and you become transformed. You start feeling yourself as a consciousness, rather than as a mind. Then there is beauty all around you. You have a silence and a grace, and suddenly the world is full of beauty.   
This is the essence of religious experience. It is only a deep silence that will give beauty, which gives a deep desire to share the experience with others.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“I put flowers on Algernons grave about once a week. Mrs Flynn thinks Im crazy to put flowers on a mouses grave but I told her that Algernon was special.”
― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algeron

“Summer, when apple blossoms bloom, roses rise, lilacs lie, dandelions are dandy, and daisies are doozies, a time when flies fly, bugs bug, bees be, swallows swallow, and ducks duck.”
― GLEN NESBITT, SUS: Short Unpredictable Stories

“Many times, while looking at the flowers, unknowingly, we may have transcended ourselves and have become a part of them, at least for a while.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Twitter romances are fleeting, much like daffodils that bloom in spring and fade away, only to return again next year.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“I can't do anything with your pretty bouquet of words, but watch them die.”
― Haig Moses, An Abundance of Apricots

“Oh, but honey, I've tasted a love so sweet that now everything I eat has the aftertaste of sugar.”
― Haig Moses, An Abundance of Apricots

“Tropical flowers are nature's vibrant masterpieces, showcasing a show of colors, shapes, and spices that allure the senses. From the lush rainforests of South America to the paradisiacal islets of Southeast Asia”
― Hotbuzzes

“Give to the feminines in your life to attract more blessings. This can be as simple as a compliment, a listening ear, words of wisdom, flowers, or lunch. Pouring into the divine feminine is a very abundant act.”
― Robin S. Baker

“Wildflowers—I envy them.
They're brave.
Seeds cast by the wind to
land where they may,
they stand
and hold
against most hot, most cold.
They persevere, roots shallow
yet fierce and free.
They epitomize to me
all that I sometimes
yearn to be.”
― Julie Andrews

“Lemon quince gently adrift at sunrise,
Sweet harbinger, warmth will grace the near days.
Playful breezes spin to catch fragrant sighs,
From blooming buds rustling, soft floral sways,
Nestled betwixt mighty branched leaves of green,
Starry white petals uncoil, one by one;
Stretching to drench in rays of late spring’s scene,
Fanned floral saucers revive, ‘neath the sun.
A strong gust shivers the splendid display,
Dusting blissful, dulcet notes through the air;
Wayward leaves wander, and scatter astray,
Like weightless flutter of butterfly flair.
Tumbling relics of a burgeoned giant,
Magnolia renewed, abloom, defiant.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Never blame others for your situation. Even in a moss-covered forest, bright flowers grow all around.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“The flowers don’t light up the sky, and the stars don’t attract butterflies. But the flowers and the stars combine to light up our world and guide us home and are as precious to us as we are to them.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“And then we came to a stop in front of a large yellow Victorian house that sat, so stately, between two brick buildings, like a misplaced Lego piece, overgrown with ivy and bluebells and honeysuckle.
The Daffodil Inn looked exactly how I'd imagined.
The bed-and-breakfast was fresh and bright, the dentils all painted across the edging on the roof, the corbels replaced, the sawn spandrils and turned spandrils all given proper attention. The bay window was set with a stained-glass daffodil, the same one that encrusted the window in the front door. Around the inn, encasing it like a lovely cage, was a wrought-iron fence overgrown with ivy and honeysuckle that bled into the rose garden that surrounded the house.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“She took me through the parlors and the kitchen, and I marveled at the beautiful ceiling molding, the wooden banisters up to the second floor, the crystalline chandelier in the dining room. The furniture was tasteful and sparse, plastic over the fainting couches and coffee tables and wingback chairs, so that as they stood in stasis they wouldn't collect dust.
The second floor was just as gorgeous, the rooms all themed in different flowers. The yellow daffodil room was my favorite. The wall with the headboard had an entire mural of huge daffodils blooming across it. Junie's handiwork, I was sure. Just like the mural on the side of Frank's Auto Shop, and the logo for the Grumpy Possum, and even Gail's bar scene. She showed me all the different rooms, each with a different flower theme and a different focal color--- lavender and coral and sage. The pink ones--- roses--- matched Junie's pastel hair.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“It was a short walk from the bridge to the waterfall, and I heard it long before I actually saw it, a loud, roaring sound that reverberated like rolling thunder. We passed under an outcropping of rock, and then there it was on the other side.
Quixotic Falls.
It took my breath away.
The waterfall was so tall, I had to crane my neck to see the top of it. Shimmers of a rainbow reflected in the mist and sunlight, and the air was cool and damp. It felt good in the humidity of the afternoon. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the mist that clung to my skin, coagulating into droplets. We walked along the underside of it, and the sunlight hit the falling water like it was glimmers of glass. The tunnel between the rock face and the waterfall was smooth and rounded from thousands of years of erosion. Vines crawled across the rocks--- morning glories and four o'clocks and honeysuckles. The waterfall poured down into a small watering hole that then slowly wormed its way into a larger river down the mountain. I knew this place would feel whimsical. Surrounding the swimming hole, the bright pink heather and stark white yarrow mixed with coneflowers and black-eyed Susans.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“Love is holy, because it makes you whole, Love is a bridge. A man without love lives disconnected from the whole. And one needs many bridges to life, because life has many levels and dimensions. The more bridges
to life that you have, the more rich you become. When all the planes and
dimensions of life are connected to you, you have immense richness.
Religion is love. Love in as many ways as possible, Love trees, animals, flowers, rocks, people, rivers and mountains. Find out as many doors for love as you can. And the more you love, the more you are.
Love creates a temple out of you. And only when the temple is ready, God can be invited. We need to make the places ready to ewlcome and receive him.
We need a certain inner space for God to come in, for truth to come in. That space is created by love.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“They say your heart breaks to let the light in, but at some point some of our hearts break so hard and so often that they’re just filled with light, which has no choice but to shine back out. Maybe saints realize that before the rest of us do, which is why they’re always pointing to their hearts. They ask us not to harden against, but open to. They speak in tongues of trinkets, flowers and beads and glitter, small innocent things that insist throughout even the darkest times—bits of bright that are the philosophers�� stone. Strung up and clung to, shapeshifting the world itself.”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“When I walked out into the garden, I was stunned to see those hundred or so azaleas, one mound piled on another mound, one wave churning up another wave, all exploding in riotous bloom as if a chestful of fresh blood suddenly had shot forth from an unstanchable wound and sprayed the whole garden, leaving marks and stains everywhere, blood-red. I had never seen azaleas bloom with such abandon, and so angrily.”
― Pai Hsien-yung, Taipei People

“A burst of florals hypnotizes me towards the cottage. Sweet peas and moonflowers press through the porch's warped wood panels. I make my way up the whitewashed steps, and a velvet orchid wrapped around the banister tickles my hand. Twinkling sea glass wind chimes wreathed with roses send a shiver down my spine as I grip the tarnished doorknob, hopeful that this place will become familiar soon. After all, it is my home now.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Differences make life beautiful. Just like flowers, every person is unique. We should not question why people are different, but appreciate the beauty of variety.”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

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― Md. Ziaul Haque

“Oh, Nazca, if you were here, the whole world would be orange and yellow.”
― Bekhal Mahmod, No Safe Place: Murdered by our Father