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It’s always nice to get fresh flowers.
Wild flowers grow where they will.
I always like to have flowers on the table. I think they make it look special.
I usually spend Valentines Day with my friends. But if I did have a girlfriend, I’d bring her flowers and candy.
I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back.
I love Hexham, where I live. And ‘Grantchester’ reminds me of Hexham a lot. Everything is alive; the birdsong, the flowers, the vegetation.
I don’t care what town you’re born in, what city, what country. If you’re a child, you are curious about your environment. You’re overturning rocks. You’re plucking leaves off of trees and petals off of flowers, looking inside, and you’re doing things that create disorder in the lives of the adults around you.
Constance Spry was one of the first people to put flowers in urns and ceramic swans and other unusual containers, but her arrangements tended to be a little less full.
I like the table to be beautiful with flowers and a nice tablecloth. I’m the hostess with the mostess.
Non-Muslims in Saudi Arabia can only celebrate Valentine’s Day behind closed doors. Apparently, this has led to a huge black market for flowers and wrapping paper.
I love getting my nails done. My mom’s best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she’d do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.
Let a hundred flowers bloom.
By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
It’s a bit of a cliche, but I think girls like to get flowers. I think books are quite romantic, too. If you can find an interesting book, that brings something out in your partner that can be very romantic.
I want my flowers while I’m alive.
A thoughtful cup of tea brought to your bedside each morning means more to me than the huge bouquet of flowers bought once a year.
I love flowers, even on normal days, so they are a must-have on Valentine’s. Ditto for chocolates.
Flowers make me irrationally happy.
Tart and sweet, tinged with the faint scent of almonds and flowers, the Blenheim is the ideal apricot for both eating and preserving.
Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle.
When she stepped out of that spumy sea Aphrodite was said to have brought fertility, flowers, life, light to a barren world. For centuries women and men went to her sanctuaries to seek her pity and protection. Her domain was originally not just lust, but lust for life.
I always wear ladies’ scents. I like the smell of flowers and men’s scents tend to smell like burnt photocopiers.
Let’s remember that our children’s spirits are more important than any material things. When we do, self-esteem and love blossoms and grows more beautifully than any bed of flowers ever could.
I love getting my nails done. My mom’s best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she’d do little paintings on my nails, like flowers. She comes to our house. It’s the best.
I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market – anything to personalize the environment.
I have a big passion for flowers and nature.
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.
There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.
You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.
When it comes to governments and corporations, we should demand that less is secret. That’s where corruption flowers.
‘Middle class’ used to mean having two children and sending them to high-quality public schools, or even occasionally to private schools. It meant new brown Stride Rite Mary Janes with little purple and silver flowers when the old shoes were pinching the toes.
People love in different ways. You may have a man who brings you flowers every Monday but doesn’t give two hooty-hoots about Valentine’s Day. Just because he doesn’t give you a valentine doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you!
Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.
Flowers are an easy, eloquent expression of love at a time when words can seem clumsy and inadequate.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
I don’t like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.
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.
The more often we see the things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
Flowers are divine, they have divine qualities that I adore. And they also connect me with femininity.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
I like vaporous clothing with flowers and colors.
Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.
I’m susceptible to that sort of thing – to walls and flowers. You can probably get something more from a wall than a person sometimes. It’s just put somewhere.
Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.
I love sunflowers. They’re one of my favorite flowers.
I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a new design.
I like perfume and flowers.
A committee is organic rather than mechanical in its nature: it is not a structure but a plant. It takes root and grows, it flowers, wilts, and dies, scattering the seed from which other committees will bloom in their turn.
A dear friend of mine always brings a pineapple instead of flowers when he comes to a show. I love it.
I know that there’s a cultural expectation that women be nurturing, delicate flowers. And I am. So delicate. But that doesn’t mean I can’t write a good, gory murder scene.
At my age flowers scare me.
We concentrate so much on anniversaries and birthdays that you forget it’s the Tuesday that’s tough that really counts. Sometimes she just needs some flowers or even just that ear. It’s the little things that count. It’s the regular days of the year that you have to keep your attention on her.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
I hate getting flowers. I can’t stand when I get a bouquet of flowers, because I have to stop what I do, cut the flowers, put them in a vase – if you’re going to bring flowers, bring them in a vase already!
When you’re doing exactly what you want to do, it’s not tiring. You’ve been planting these seeds, and finally, you have a full garden in bloom; you’re like, ‘Oh, I just want to smell the flowers and play among the flowers all day.’ That’s what I’m doing. I’m playing among the flowers.
It’s all about creation and surprise. It just needs to be appreciated and watered like flowers. You have to water flowers. These peaks will come again.
Sometimes I buy my wife flowers.
Trees and flowers are so important. The idea of blooming is the idea of becoming something different.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.
People say they are inventing electric cars. Well, where is the electricity coming from? Flowers? Maybe someday. But what is available now is oil and gas.
Scatter your flowers as you go; you will never go this way again.
I don’t go up to guys. I’m all about a guy sending me flowers, getting me chocolates and surprising me.
Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.
When I listen to music, I don’t want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.
Your minds may now be likened to a garden, which will, if neglected, yield only weeds and thistles; but, if cultivated, will produce the most beautiful flowers, and the most delicious fruits.
I named all my children after flowers. There’s Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
It’s so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.
I was conscious of being wordy as a child. I was a terrible talker. I memorised the Latin names of flowers at five; I was shown off as a freak. My father encouraged me to be wordier than I was: he’d been a street orator at the time of Mosley, and his ideal primary concert speech was Henry V’s speech before Harfleur.
I’ve always loved flowers, as a little girl I’d collect flower objects and little flower books. Now I love flowers on my night table and on my desk.
There’s still something so pure and heartfelt and emotional and genuine about a bouquet of flowers that, even with all the advances of technology and the millions of ways we have to communicate with each other, flowers are still relevant in my opinion.
Usually, when people think of marquetry, they think of Dutch 17th-century furniture with inlaid flowers and jugs. Our goal is to break down the barriers between old and new, to combine traditional marquetry techniques with a modern idiom.
I’m not really romantic. I’m just not the guy who brings home flowers and chocolates, but I do choose my moments.
I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers.
At primary school, we would pick up plastic petals on the way home to make flowers. Now you might call it child labour, but we did it for pocket money.
I’m really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow… I stay at home and watch the river flow.
I am not at all a romantic person, I hate flowers and candles… rather find it irritating.
I’ve always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart – couldn’t put ’em back, but always extremely interested in how things work.
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.
Of every movie that I’ve seen multiple times, of every TV show that I was obsessed with, I don’t think I was ever obsessed with anything more than ‘Flowers in the Attic,’ which I read 13 times between fourth grade and senior year.
A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
I think it’s a good thing to have a lot of voices in the media, and I think, you know, let all flowers bloom.
Writing has always been an interest of mine, and ‘The Language of Flowers’ combined my experience with foster care with something I’ve always wanted to do.
I remember passing through New York in college and thinking, ‘I’m going to come back here.’ The energy just made me think of Europe – everyone walking, seeing the delis and flowers outside. It just felt very familiar. I loved it right away.
I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles, which are expensive.
The orchid’s association in Chinese culture with such virtues as elegance, good taste, friendship, and fertility goes all the way back to Confucius himself, who was said to have a particular attachment to the flowers.
I’d like very much to make a confident picture. I would like to be as good as nature, which, with a shower, produces flowers and grass to cover the destruction. But we are surrounded by human fragmentation, by pessimism, and it is difficult to talk of other things.
I believe the core of most of us women is very simple. We want to feel appreciated, acknowledged, and something as simple as flowers with a little note or some love letters goes a long way.
Isn’t that what love means, to fill ordinary, commonplace, conventional things with magic and significance, not to need the moon and white scent-heavy flowers at night?
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go, and we come and go. That’s it. So we should all seize life and make the most of what we have while we can.
If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: ‘I’m cheap!’
The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he leaves them whole, undamaged and fresh, just as he found them.
When we look at the flowers, we suddenly forget so many important things. We forget that all flowers die. We forget that winter will come again. We forget that nothing really endures and that, like the flowers that die at the end of the growing season, we’ll join them in the cold ground.
I buy flowers for myself all the time. I’m comedy‘s Elton John.
I am not the sort of person to carry beautiful flowers and be an ornament to everyone.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
I had a bilateral lisp, and I was overweight. I was the kid who played with the flowers on the ground in the outfield during baseball. I was that kid.
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.
We often forget that everything we see, animate or inanimate, is a visual manifestation of the work of our invisible God. We have become so accustomed to trees, mountains, sky, air, water, flowers, animals, vegetables and people that we no longer see them for what they are – God’s work.
I draw flowers every day and send them to my friends so they get fresh blooms every morning.
I’ve lived in small rooms, flats, growing plants in pots on window sills. I’d have liked to have had a full-fledged garden with all kinds of flowers and plants. I’ve never had enough money to buy a big enough garden space.
I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers… I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.
When the flowers start blooming, I like to ride my bike.
Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there’s always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.
The idea of the museum is to show my work since the start, and I wanted to show all of it, not just to choose between different pieces. They are grouped together in themes – minimalism, androgyny, black and white, graphic, flowers, and so on – from the earliest designs to the most recent ones.
I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.
If you’re a guy, you should get girls flowers all the time. They never get old and you can never get them enough. I’m never disappointed when I get flowers. I always thought guys who don’t buy women flowers are such fools. All it takes is one. A little goes a long way with flowers.
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!
The best thing about becoming successful is that you get flowers all the time.
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
We may say most aptly that the Analytical Engine weaves algebraical patterns just as the Jacquard loom weaves flowers and leaves.
I used to sing classical music to the flowers in the garden and imagine they were all different parts of the orchestra. It used to really annoy the neighbours.
