I'm really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow... I stay at home and watch the river flow.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
There are so many forms of love. Spending time with friends, love stories. I enjoy showing my love by baking a cake for somebody and writing his or her name on it, and seeing his or her reaction. I love to offer flowers, too!
At my age flowers scare me.
For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up.
What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long?
As a child, I remember my own intensive interest in biology, birds, other animals and flowers and was determined at an early age to become a scientist.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.
Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.
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.
We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers.
I always found the extraordinary loss of life in the First World War very moving. I remember learning about it as a very young child, as an eight- or nine-year-old, asking my teachers what poppies were for. Every year the teachers would suddenly wear these red paper flowers in their lapels, and I would say 'What does that mean?'
The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.
To be happy, to make other people happy, to get into movie production more and probably to give some other people the chances that I had, to carry on enjoying being a mum and never to stop having flowers bought for me. I've still got a long way to go.
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
I actually use women's perfume - I have since I was a kid. It's called Anais Anais, from Rachael. It smells like a beautiful woman and a bouquet of flowers. I use that and Right Guard deodorant.
L.A. is a great place to write because you have a lot of space. I have a big office at home, I can leave the doors open. Flowers bloom all year. But it's unglamorous in all the right ways.
I heard opera all day long. From the time I was 9 years old, I was imitating the singers; later I studied opera. But we also got Western television and radio, from the Americans in West Berlin. When I was 11 years old, I turned into a hippie and gave flowers to policemen. And when I was 21 and left Berlin for London, I became a punk.
I want my flowers while I'm alive.
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago.
I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them.
I like a little chivalry; I like to receive flowers. I like taking care of a son and a husband, and in my judgment, those who recoil from these things don't know what they're missing.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.
Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words 'for ever.' But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don't like doing it.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
I acknowledge the four elements. Water in the North; incense to recognize the air in the East; flowers for the earth in the South; a candle for light from the West. It helps me keep perspective.