Flowers and Gardens

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Manibus date lilia plenis .

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

To see a world in a grain of sand

Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.

Pleasure for one hour, a bottle of wine. Pleasure for one year a marriage; but pleasure for a lifetime, a garden.

I hate flowers—I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

 

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it, Love-in-idleness.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Perfumes, colors and sounds echo one another

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew.

The Amen! of Nature is always a flower.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

 

Where’er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where’er you tread, the blushing flow’rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

God the first garden made, and the first city.

It was roses, roses all the way.

And she was fayr as is the rose in May.

‘For cruel ’tis,’ said she,