flower-quotes

A thorn is a rose's friend but a gardener__ enemy.

Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.

Don't pluck a rose's petals and then ask the rose why it is sad.

A flower has no choice in where it is planted, but does have a choice in the direction it grows.

If roses were not special weeds would not envy them.

Flowers are prettiest where they are watered the most.

Daisies that bring you joy are better than roses that bring you sorrow.

A rose does not lose sleep because it was mocked by weeds.

If you place two flowers in the same vase, they will not argue over who is more beautiful.

Man is hypocrite! He says that he loves flowers but he kills them for his own simple interests and for his own joy! Man is hypocrite!

If a flower perseveres through concrete, you can persevere through anything.

Perfume is the scent that pours out of a flower's soul when crushed.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

A flower can only grow through concrete if it believes in itself, not its obstacles.

If roses did not suffer thorns on their journey to beauty, they would lose out on becoming masterpieces.

A flower, no matter how beautiful, still has to grow in dirt.

Witnessing the panoply of beauty in all of nature takes us out of our shell of self-absorption and makes us realize that we are merely bit players in the game of life. Witnessing the majesty of beauty confirms that the real show lies outside us to observe and appreciate and not inside us to transfix us. True beauty charms us into seeing the grandeur of goodness that surrounds us and by doing so, the pristine splendor of nature releases us from wallowing in the poverty of our self-idealization. The bewitching spell cast by the exquisiteness of nature levitates our souls and transforms our psyche. When we see, hear, taste, smell, or touch what is beautiful, we cannot suppress the urge to replicate its baffling texture by singing, dancing, painting, or writing. Opening our eye to the loveliness of a single flower is how we stay in touch with the glorious pageantry of living.

Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.