#lowers

My strength never came from political echelons, it came from the family. And from the fields and the lands and the flowers and everything I see there. My strength came from there. ↗

— Ariel Sharon

#everything #family #fields #flowers #i

I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from flowers. ↗

— Ariel Sharon

#born #farm #flowers #get #i

And I came back and it was great, 'cuz George had set up all these flowers all over the studio saying welcome home. So then we got it together again. I always felt it was better on the White one for me. We were more like a band, you know. ↗

— Ringo Starr

#always #back #band #better #came

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#faded #flowers #friendship

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers. ↗

— Richard H. Stoddard

#desire #flowers #grow #human #like

To be happy, to make other people happy, to get into movie production more and probably to give some other people the chances that I had, to carry on enjoying being a mum and never to stop having flowers bought for me. I've still got a long way to go. ↗

— Sharon Stone

#being #bought #carry #chances #enjoying

I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago. ↗

— Jim Sullivan

#being #couple #even #flowers #herbie

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#cannot #find #flowers #found #friend

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#few #flowers #joy #shine #sun

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her. The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#flowers #garden #gardening #mother #sacrifices