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The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms, Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
~ Auguste Rodin Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.
~ Lewis Mumford There is not a flower or bird in sight, only a small screen on which lines are moving, while the child sits almost motionless, pushing at the keyboard with one finger. As a learning environment, it may be mentally rich, but it is perceptually extremely impoverished. No smells or tastes, no wind or bird song unless the computer is programmed to produce electronic tweets, no connection with soil, water, sunlight, warmth, the actual learning environment is almost autistic in quality, impoverished sensually, emotionally, and socially.
~ John Davy No flower of art ever fully blossomed save it was nourished by tears of agony.
~ Isadora Duncan, The Sensational Life of Isadora Duncan No one flower can ever symbolize this nation. America is a bouquet.
~ William Safire ... and thereof do I repent: I only plucked an occasional flower when I might have gathered an ample harvest of fruit -- such are the just grounds for the regrets I have ...
~ D. A. F. Sade, "Dialogue between a Priest and a Dying Man" Horror on earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
~ Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
~ David H. Lawrence Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
~ Robert Herrick We must learn not to disassociate the airy flower from the earthy root, for the flower that is cut off from its root fades, and its seeds are barren, whereas the root, secure in mother earth, can produce flower after flower and bring their fruit to maturity.
~ Kabbalah Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
~ Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk
~ Alice Walker
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