Blossoms Quotes

Quotes tagged as "blossoms" (showing 1-26 of 26)
Kobayashi Issa
“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
Kobayashi Issa, Poems

Arakida Moritake
“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought --
But no, a butterfly.”
Arakida Moritake, Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology

“When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and to be blooming over and over again”, like remontant roses, with blossoms scenting through all the seasons of life. Passion and patience are to be good allies, though.”
Erik Pevernagie

Amit Ray
“As the flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness.”
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations

“Let us not subside into a single mandatory way of thinking or feeling, immersed by a spirit of self-gratification. But let’s dig into the fresh energy of new boundaries and at the same time pick the blossoms of poetry welling up along the path of our life, and enjoy the innocence of the little wonders of every day.
("A Thousand times touched." )”
Erik Pevernagie

Hermann Hesse
“Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum
nicht jede wächst zur Frucht
sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum
durch Blau und Wolkenflucht.

Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf
hundert an jedem Tag --
lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf
frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag!

Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein
und Blütenüberfluss
sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein
und Leben kein Genuss.”
Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Sanober  Khan
“someday i will walk
under the soul-blossom tree
with my hand eternally woven in yours.”
Sanober Khan

Gayathri Jayakumar
“My love will not wither away
Like the momentous beauty of a Rose,
But I am the weed, no matter how much you pluck away
It sprouts again and grows…"

-(Precious Love)”
Gayathri Jayakumar, Blossoms In The Mist

Georgia Kakalopoulou
“Love is like a cherry blossoms... they bloom at the first promise of the spring, they beautify even and the most grey landscape, they scatter at the first gust of the wind...
But as they hold, when you look at them, you steal a little vew of paradise...”
Georgia Kakalopoulou

Munia Khan
“Flowers enshrine my heart between their petals; that's why my heartbeats love them so much”
Munia Khan

Munia Khan
“Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland”
Munia Khan

Jim Chapson
“Approaching the Start of Civil Exams

Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar
approaching the start of civil exams,
my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion
with books on syntax and poetic style.

All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains
and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples
that grew in the valleys of my province.

But I had been gone over six years
busy with studies in the Heavenly City
empty and thin despite my work.

I showed my verses to an older poet
who told me a truth I longed to believe:
all knowledge is futile and barren
which does not open the love of your friends.”
Jim Chapson

Elizabeth Gilbert
“George thrust into Alma's hand a lithograph of a spotted 'Catasetum.' The orchid had been rendered so magnificently that it seemed to grow off the page. Its lips were spotted red against yellow, and appeared moist, like living flesh. Its leaves were lush and thick, and its bulbous roots looked as though one could shake actual soil off them. Before Alma could thoroughly take in the beauty, George handed her another stunning print- a 'Peristeria barkeri,' with its tumbling golden blossoms so fresh they nearly trembled. Whoever had tinted this lithograph had been a master of texture as well as color; the petals resembled unshorn velvet, and touches of albumen on their tips gave each blossom a hint of dew.
Then George handed her another print, and Alma could not help but gasp. Whatever this orchid was, Alma had never seen it before. Its tiny pink lobes looked like something a fairy would don for a fancy dress ball.”
Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things

Osho
“Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showering. The blossoms that showered for Subhuti are still showering.”
Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen

Kate Forsyth
“Dortchen ducked through a gap in the trees, following a winding path to a small grove of old linden trees, their branches hanging with heavy creamy-white flowers. A hedge of briar roses, with delicate pink-white flowers blooming among the thorns, shielded them from the eyes of anyone walking past.
The garden was alive with birdsong. A blackbird looked at her with a cheeky eye, then hopped away to search for worms. The scent of the linden blossoms was intoxicating.”
Kate Forsyth, The Wild Girl

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Every flora blossoms in spring.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

“Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.”
Avijeet Das

Gayathri Jayakumar
“My bridled soul leaps under the pressure of desires,
Chained i am by this organic-societal form from galloping free
My mind heaves me to safety,but heart is ready for doom...
An all knowing glance pierced deep through my skin
Smiling at my ailing and confused form,
Invading my senses, feeding them to the eternal fires...”
Gayathri Jayakumar

Lawrence Norfolk
“Clearings opened on either side. Familiar smells drifted in the air: fennel, skirrets and alexanders, then wild garlic, radishes and broom. John looked about while his mother tramped ahead. Then a new scent rose from the wild harvest, strong in John's nostrils. He had smelt it the night the villagers had driven them up the slope. Now, as his mother pushed through a screen of undergrowth, he saw its origin.
Ranks of fruit trees rose before him, their trunks shaggy with lichen, their branches decked with pink and white blossom. John and his mother walked forward into an orchard. Soon apple trees surrounded them, the sweet scent heavy in the air. Pears succeeded them, then cherries, then apples again. But surely the blossom was too late, John thought. Only the trees' arrangement was familiar for the trunks were planted in diamonds, five to a side. He knew it from the book.
The heavy volume bumped against his mother's leg. He gave her a curious look but she seemed unsurprised by the orchards. As the scent of blossom faded, another teased his nostrils, remembered from the same night. Lilies and pitch. Looking ahead, John saw only a stand of chestnuts overwhelmed by ivy, the glossy leaves blurring the trunks and boughs into a screen.”
Lawrence Norfolk, John Saturnall's Feast

جلجامش نبيل, Gilgamesh Nabeel
“لا تقل بأن الموت أصاب كل شيء. ها أنت هنا، تقرأ لتثبت بأنه لا تزال هناك براعم صالحة. من المستحيل أن ينتصر الموت على إرادة الحياة، نحن نهزم عندما نستسلم فقط! في وسط ذلك الرعب كانت هناك ملالا لتقول لهم بأنها ستقاتل من أجل أن تدرس وتعلم الأخريات من الفتيات المحبات للحياة. وسط الركام والأنقاض هناك بذور صالحة ستنبت من جديد في الوقت المناسب.”
جلجامش نبيل, Gilgamesh Nabeel, صراع الأقنعة

Kate Forsyth
“The scent of linden blossoms hung heavy on the air. Dortchen made a sharp, jerking movement, as if to walk away. But she hesitated, then turned and went down the long, winding path, past the tangle of briar roses and into the secret grove of linden trees. She picked a blossom and held it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Then she sat on the grass, the blossom cupped in her hand, leant her head back against the tree and closed her eyes. All she could hear was the soft sough of the wind in the leaves, and the humming of innumerable bees as they gathered the nectar from the creamy-white flowers.”
Kate Forsyth, The Wild Girl

“Blossoms of HOPE bloom every day not like other blossoms just in the month of May”
Maria Koszler

“A flower blossoms to show you how much plants love the world.”
Anthony T.Hincks

“Love blossoms in the most unlikeliest of places, and in the most unlikeliest of persons.
Hate on the other hand, withers whatever, and whoever it touches.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Osho
“One has to get rid of the self. Once the self is thrown away, nothing is lacking. You start overflowing and blossoms start falling on you.”
Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen