Flowers Quotes
These are some of the best 'Flowers' quotations and sayings.
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And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
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Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
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Every rose is an autograph from the hand of God on his world about us. - He has inscribed his thoughts in these marvellous hieroglyphics which sense and science have, these many thousand years, been seeking to understand.
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Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
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Flowers may beckon towards us, but they speak toward heaven and God.
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Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
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I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
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It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
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One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
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Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.
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There is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of the goodness of its heavenly Maker.
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To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt fully to understand.
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To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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What a pity flowers can utter no sound? - A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle, - oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night, I mourn'd - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
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Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.
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