#flowers

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction. ↗

— Chanakya

#flowers #fragrance #goodness #only #person

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#buried #dead #fame #flowers #future

I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back. ↗

— Bette Davis

#am #back #democrat #flowers #hall

Men were created before women. ... But that doesn't prove their superiority – rather, it proves ours, for they were born out of the lifeless earth in order that we could be born out of living flesh. And what's so important about this priority in creation, anyway? When we are building, we lay foundations on the ground first, things of no intrinsic merit or beauty, before subsequently raising up sumptuous buildings and ornate palaces. Lowly seeds are nourished in the earth, and then later the ravishing blooms appear; lovely roses blossom forth and scented narcissi. ↗

— Moderata Fonte

#building #dignity #empowerment #flowers #gender

There is no road of flowers leading to glory. ↗

— Jean de La Fontaine

#glory #leading #road

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers. ↗

— Thomas Tusser

#flowers #may #showers #spring #sweet

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#beautiful #flowers #garden #give #give me

A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers. ↗

— Grace Hansen

#except #flowers #funeral #get #just

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out. ↗

— Jennifer Love Hewitt

#dates #flowers #fun #go #going

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads