Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
God is like a beautiful flower blooming in nature. He is easy to walk by and not notice but for those who stop to enjoy His elegance and grace their day becomes brighter.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Just as a flower gives out its fragrance to whomsoever approaches our uses it, so love from within us radiates towards everybody and manifests as spontaneous service.
He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see - or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
An old man in love is like a flower in winter.
If God is a flower, you should feel yourself a bee that sucks its honey;.
If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so, I think, when we commit a fault, however small, each day, and do not cure ourselves of it.
Roses are my favorite flower. I developed a passion for them. And in my own garden, I didn't want to be fussing with just roses. I enjoyed other plants as well.
We talked about parts of the flower such as the stem, leaves and petals. We'll study the parts of the plant in more detail next spring.
Flower Mound took their amusing dog and pony show on the road to outlying communities last night, ... The dog got shot and they were barbequing the pony as I left.
He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a flower, / Or the slugs that come crawling out after a shower.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
If Terri was upset about how silly she would look, her mother was completely undone. Seems she wanted Terri in her full natural bloom, not with any blooming flower.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
How can you consider flower power outdated? The essence of my lyrics is the desire for peace and harmony. That's all anyone has ever wanted. How could it become outdated?