These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
Flowers are happy things.
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Flowers make me irrationally happy.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.