Quotations About / On:
... the creation of the woman, ... has the beauty that no stars in the skies and nor any flowers in the fields can ever match.
(From my essay entitled 'A Note On Women's History Month')
When we have flowers, thank the rain. When we have rain, thank the groung that gives birth to the finished product.
(By Luis A. Estable)
- A field of love, You dream of ever such romance of majesty flowers of rain-dance spring -
(©By Deb Harman)
By some might be said of me that here I have but gathered a nosegay of strange flowers, and have put nothing of mine unto it but the thread to bind them.
(Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592), French essayist. "Of Physiognomy," bk. 3, ch. 12, Essays, trans. by John Florio (1588).
Montaigne's essays are full of classical quotations.)
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
(Alexander Theroux (b. 1940), U.S. novelist, poet, essayist. Darconville's Cat, ch. 2, New York, Doubleday (1981).)
... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.
(Edna O'Brien (b. c. 1932), Irish author; relocated to England. Mother Ireland, ch. 7 (1976).)
Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.
(Mao Zedong (1893-1976), Chinese founder of the People's Republic of China. speech, Feb. 27, 1957, Peking. Quoted in Quotations of Chairman Mao (1966).)
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
(Honoré De Balzac (1799-1850), French novelist. It later entered the Comédie humaine (1845, trans. by George Saintsbury, 1971). Seraphita, chapter III, First published as part of Romans et contes philosophiques (1831), then the Etudes philosophiques (1835).
Explanation of Swedenborg's philosophy.)
The anthropologists are busy, indeed, and ready to transport us back into the savage forest where all human things ... have their beginnings; but the seed never explains the flower.
(Edith Hamilton (1867-1963), U.S. classical scholar, translator. The Greek Way, ch. 1 (1930).)
Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship.
(Franz Grillparzer (1791-1872), Austrian author. Phaon, in Sappho, act 2, sc. 5 (1819).)