I want my flowers while I'm alive.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive.
True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.
Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.
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 Herbs ought to be distilled when they are in their greatest vigor, and so ought the Flowers also.
Waters are distilled out of Herbs, Flowers, Fruits, and Roots.
The earth laughs in flowers.
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
At my age flowers scare me.
I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.
When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.
Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood.
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow 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!
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.
A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.
I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back.
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.
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.
Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.