Over the years, the idea seems to have grown up that brightly coloured flowers are vulgar, and that the only flowers to be admitted to the walled garden of good taste are discreet and pastel-hued.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
The fact that the colors in the flower have evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting; that means insects can see the colors. That adds a question: does this aesthetic sense we have also exist in lower forms of life?
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
Flowers are an easy, eloquent expression of love at a time when words can seem clumsy and inadequate.
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant - rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance - but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.
Flowers are happy things.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!