#lowers

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#counterfeit #even #fall #false #flowers

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. ↗

— Robert Green Ingersoll

#bee #flowers #honey #hope #makes

The Herbs ought to be distilled when they are in their greatest vigor, and so ought the Flowers also. ↗

— Nicholas Culpeper

#distilled #flowers #greatest #herbs #ought

When the Christians, upon these occasions, received martyrdom, they were ornamented, and crowned with garlands of flowers; for which they, in heaven, received eternal crowns of glory. ↗

— John Foxe

#crowned #crowns #eternal #flowers #garlands

I was taught to confront things you can't avoid. Death is one of those things. To live in a society where you're trying not to look at it is stupid because looking at death throws us back into life with more vigour and energy. The fact that flowers don't last for ever makes them beautiful. ↗

— Damien Hirst

#back #beautiful #because #confront #death

When cowardice is made respectable, its followers are without number both from among the weak and the strong; it easily becomes a fashion. ↗

— Eric Hoffer

#becomes #both #cowardice #easily #fashion

I have never lied about my relationship with Bill Clinton. The only proven liar, at this point, and the only admitted liar, is Bill Clinton; not Gennifer Flowers, not Kathleen Willey, not Paula Jones and not Monica Lewinsky, at this point. He is the only proven liar. ↗

— Gennifer Flowers

#admitted #bill #bill clinton #clinton #flowers

The leader of men in warfare can show himself to his followers only through a mask, a mask that he must make for himself, but a mask made in such form as will mark him to men of his time and place as the leader they want and need. ↗

— John Keegan

#form #him #himself #his #leader

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain. ↗

— Jonathan Davis

#guts #i #like #music #pain

The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening. ↗

— Richard Blackmore

#breeze #dreamed #flitting #flowers #fluent