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“It is easier to tell a person what life is not, rather than to tell them what it is. A child understands weeds that grow from lack of attention, in a garden. However, it is hard to explain the wild flowers that one gardener calls weeds, and another considers beautiful ground cover.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.

Sabbaths 1999 II”
― Wendell Berry, Given

“I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers
so, each petal that falls will remind you
that the earth breathes, and the moon rises.”
― Carolyn Riker, My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You

“here's the thing about wildflowers
they take root wherever they are
grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights
they dance, even when it seems there is nothing worth dancing for
they bloom
with or without you”
― Alisha Christensen, Still Growing Wildflowers

“What a lonely place it would be to have a world without a wildflower!”
― Roland R Kemler

“Do you know why wildflowers are the most beautiful blossoms of all, my son?â€�

Dain shook his little head.

Soft waxen curls blew forward in the breeze as she lifted her storm-gray eyes to gaze out over the sea of petals. “Wildflowers are the loveliest of all because they grow in uncultivated soil, in those hard, rugged places where no one expects them to flourish. They are resilient in ways a garden bloom could never be. People are the same, son—the most exquisite souls are those who survive where others cannot. They root themselves, along with their companions, wherever they are, and they thrive.”
― Micheline Ryckman, The Maiden Ship

“On either side the wild roses, their pink dewy faces turned to the sun, tumbled over the fences, sprawled on the ground and filled the air with their pure summery smell.”
― Betty MacDonald, Nancy and Plum

“There is poetry among the wildflowers'.”
― Rachel Irene Stevenson

“The path remained steady for a time before dwindling down to dusty silt. The sky opened above as trees fell away on either side. To their right, the land dipped down into a tiny, almost impossibly beautiful valley. A stream ran through its lowest point, its bank lined in pink lupine. Before that, tall, dark green grass sparkled with white flashes in the sunlight. Late season dandelions and breathy, tiny white flowers on slender stems were avoided by bees, while purple thistles and asters thronged with them.
"I could do with a little bit of a break," she said, looking longingly at the soft, moss-covered braes above the tinkling water.
The prince made a big show of cautiously surveying the scene. Aurora Rose hid a smile. Nothing seemed harmful. "All right," he finally said. "My face could definitely do with a wash. Feels all dusty."
They stepped down into the quiet valley that smelled like all of summer crushed into a single flower.”
― Liz Braswell, Once Upon a Dream

“sunlight
dances on my skin
like fingertips
feet
rooting in the earth as she whispers
you are read
even though it hurts
--blooming”
― Alisha Christensen, Still Growing Wildflowers

“Like a favorite song, old dreams keep on playing in my mind
They've waited for so long, for their time to finally arrive
I do believe now's the time,
I've gone years and years without really living
Minding squeaky wheels just giving and giving
And dreaming,
Like wildflowers growing through sidewalk cracks
The weight of the world makes 'em change their tracks
To find, the sun, and shine
Now, now, now's the time”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.
Even when the weight of the world has cemented their original path, they still rise through cracks in the sidewalk to find the sun and shine, never putting off until tomorrow because they inherently know, now’s the time. For it is with every sunrise that hope is born for change with new opportunities to make dreams come alive”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Spring has come with little prelude, like turning a rocky corner into a valley, and gardens and borders have blossomed suddenly lush with daffodils, irises, tulips. Even the derelict houses of Les Marauds are touched with color, but here the ordered gardens have run to rampant eccentricity; a flowering elder growing from the balcony of a house overlooking the water, a roof carpeted with dandelions, violets poking out of a crumbling facade. Once-cultivated plants have reverted to their wild state, small leggy geraniums thrusting between hemlock-umbels, self-seeded poppies scattered at random and bastardized from their original red to orange to palest mauve. A few days' sunshine is enough to coax them from sleep; after the rain they stretch and raise their heads toward the light. Pull out a handful of these supposed weeds, and there are sages and irises, pinks and lavenders, under the docks and ragwort.”
― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

“Love is like a wild rose; the thorns will only make your heart bleed if you touch it without care.”
― Laura Chouette

“No matter what conditions look like around you—keep on believing, keep on persisting—keep on going—keep on growing. Just like wildflowers grow wherever they choose, no matter the conditions—be and be becoming all that you were created to be and become.”
― Sandra C Bibb

“How lavishly are the flowers scattered over the face of the earth! One of the most perfect and delightful works of the Creation, there is yet no other form of beauty so very common. Abounding in different climates, upon varying soils -not a few here to cheer the sad, a few there to reward the good but countless in their throngs, infinite in their variety, the gift of measureless beneficence wherever man may live, there grow the flowers.”
― Susan Fenimore Cooper

“Many times I have made a plea to save wildflowers along the fence rows. The sumac, the wild roses, the wisteria, the sunflowers, the gayfeathers stay in the fence rows and can be a nesting spot for quail, rabbits, birds,and other small animals.”
― Lady Bird Johnson

“Interlaken

Get a running start. Catch
a good wind, he said: Be a good

bird. I thought him German
as his hand did the wave––tumult

of syllables, the ocean. A gust carried us
from the top of a ridge to where land

helixes hug vague bodies
of water, pebbled pastures

skimming treelines across the range
littered with wildflowers. Winds lilted:

It’s not your day to go, as I watched
clouds blush vermillion, flying

in tandem as a crow does over
reservoirs and glacial gorges. That high

up, I thought maybe we could fall
in love, full of pomp and spectacle,

but he was a stranger, and to him, I was
strange; possibly ugly. Everyone

peddles timing––the random alchemy
of abutting molecules––though

I’ve grown weary of waiting. Stillness
is the danger. So I spread out

my arms, carved ciphers into ether
while a choir could be heard along

the nave where winding trails scissor
the basin. Spiraling downward,

I mouthed a new prayer, knelt in air
for deliverance, morphing into needle

of a compass, unbeholden to a place
inhospitable: the mind. The mind bent

on forgetting: I was blown wide open.”
― Su Hwang

“When you read a book, you acquire knowledge.
When you look at a flower, your imagination grows wild.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“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

“Very unchivalrous the world counts these woodsmen; â€� very little the world knows about their ways and romances, for nowhere does romance bear a more fragrant blossom or bloom so long. The sprig of cedar, many years preserved, because with it a woman crowned an act of daring; the wild flower, pressed in the crumpled corner of a greasy pocketbook, because a woman called it beautiful; the chance track in the roadway where a week before an unknown woman stepped, kept from obliteration just because she was a woman, â€� no line of life that men follow to-day comes so close to the high mark of mediaeval chivalry with its superb faith in womankind, regardless of the faults of individual women.
But the life is rough? So surely was chivalry! Rougher than we know for. Its faith saved it; and what grew into mariolatry in the past is still, in the unromantic present, the better part of many other
rough men's religion.”
― Fannie Hardy Eckstorm, The Penobscot Man

“The S. J. & E. [railroad] grade can offer beautiful views of the San Joaquin river basin, the Yosemite National Park, and the Southern Slopes of Kaiser Peak. Built in 1912 in a period of 157 days, this nostalgic route through the mountains features wildflowers - Greg Goodman on HIKE NUMBER 20, p. 135”
― Greg Goodman, The Hiker's Guide to the Central Sierras; Shaver, Florence & Huntington Lakes Region

“When tourism was connected to beautification, with wildflower trails, wildflower festivals, great gardens, we pretty much took the word beauty out of the sole province of the "ladies at a tea party" to the province of the business community.”
― Lady Bird Johnson, Texas - A Roadside View [First Printing Inscribed by Lady Bird Johnson]

“I’m red poppy from the mountains of the homeland
The winds are my tunes
The thunder is my voice
When I object what is going on�
Rains are my tears
When I’m speechless
The gushing sounds of water
Are my hearty songs�
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I’m red poppy from the mountains of the homeland
When I welt,
I shall leave smiling
And assured that my seeds
Shall create vast meadows of wildflowers
For future generations
Wiser than you and Iâ€�”
― Louis Yako, أنا زهرة برية [I am a Wildflower]

“The prettiest flowers are the smallest.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“When we begin to live like wildflowers, we put so much of our hearts into blossoming even in the most hostile surroundings.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Chirp, chirp, chirp, lull, chirp
Crouched, hidden in wildflowers
A grasshopper sings”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Funny how we're able to bend our beliefs when we need them to suit us, right?”
― Ashley Manley

“he might as well be sitting on my lap and tying a plastic bag around my head with how suffocating he is.”
― Ashley Manley