Pastoral Resources

Earth laughs in flowers.

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory.

One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.

When the Christians, upon these occasions, received martyrdom, they were ornamented, and crowned with garlands of flowers; for which they, in heaven, received eternal crowns of glory.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.

Much education today is monumentally ineffective. All too often we are giving young people cut flowers when we should be teaching them to grow their own plants.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.

No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry - to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave.

A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.

I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out.

There's a difference between wanting to be respected and being a strong female and being known for being able to do things, but still very much wanting guys to open the door, wanting them to ask us out, still bringing flowers and stuff like that.

Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up.

It's so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.