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| Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into. ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858 |
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| People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defea |
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| For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! ~Edward Abbe |
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| 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 |
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| Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, 184 |
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| A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~Walt Whitman |
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| 'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes! ~William Wordsworth, "Lines Written in Early Spring," Lyrical Ballads, 179 |
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| Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwi |
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| Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms. ~Ikkyu Soju |
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| Perfumes are the feelings of flowers. ~Heinrich Heine, The Hartz Journey |
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| Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. ~Francis Thompson, "The Poppy," 1891 |
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| How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor! ~Colette |
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| Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. ~Edward Payson Rod |
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| Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity. ~John Ruskin |
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| Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower. ~William Allingham |
