flower sayings quotes

flower sayings quotes

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into. ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

Earth laughs in flowers. 

~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Hamatreya"

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.

 ~Emma Goldman

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"

 Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams! ~Heinrich Heine, "The Hartz Journey" (1824), Pictures of Travel, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, 1855

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. 

~Jean Giraudoux

 Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they're killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? "Sweetheart, let's make up. Have this deceased squirrel.

" ~The Washington Post

The flower offered of itself

And eloquently spoke

Of Gods

In languages of rainbows

Perfumes

And secret silence...

~Phillip Pulfrey

 Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

 ~Gerard de Nerval

The poet's darling. 

~William Wordsworth, "To the Daisy"

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

~William Wordsworth, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," 1804

...Silene, who declines

The garish noontide's blazing light;

But when the evening crescent shines,

Gives all her sweetness to the night....

~Charlotte Turner Smith (1749-1806), "The Horologe of the Fields"