Quotes about Flower

The flower growing in the crack on the street is much more impossible than any goal you have set for yourself.

Actually, I'm working under cover in the evil PR field to learn the tricks and use them for good. Next stop: non-profit work.

They are souls of small children.  (Me explaining how the flowers in my hair stay fresh. Then laughing hysterically at the expression on people's faces.)  

Yes, that's a real flower in my hair. I hate fake flowers

"Artists are the seeds, brave enough to live and flower before humanity. Our soil is contemplation, our water, its understanding. Whether my petals be beautiful to another, to I and The Maker, they are Unique and yet, only equally as beautiful as any other. Some call that being a Dreamer. I call it, being Belov'ed."

Every field and flower fades, but love is infinite.

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.
| -Leo Buscaglia

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all
the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy
when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there
somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s
as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all
the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy
when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there
somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s
as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?

Buddha is said to have given a "silent sermon" once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it.  After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile.  He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon.  According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty-eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen.

So behave that the odor of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere, that when we behold or scent a flower, we may not be reminded how inconsistent your deeds are with it; for all odor is but one form of advertisement of a moral quality, and if fair actions had not been performed, the lily would not smell sweet. The foul slime stands for the sloth and vice of man, the decay of humanity; the fragrant flower that springs from it, for the purity and courage which are immortal.

...and the time came when the risk it took to remain in a tightly closed bud became infinitely more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Words and thoughts concerning compassionate action that are not put into practice are like beautiful flowers that are colorful but have no fragrance.

One cannot pluck a flower without trembling a star.

The dance of the flower in the wind, in the sun, in the rain, cannot be understood by the head; the heart has to be open for it.