Pastoral Resources

The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Evolutionary biologists are not content merely to explain how variation occurs within limits, however. They aspire to answer a much broader question-which is how complex organisms like birds, and flowers, and human beings came into existence in the first place.

I've always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart - couldn't put 'em back, but always extremely interested in how things work.

The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds - the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.

What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.