Dogwood Quotes

#1. One student was mixing my yoga up with other kinds, and I said, 'No, you cannot do that.' You cannot put calamari in the sushi and call it sushi.

Bikram Choudhury

#2. To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.

Hal Borland

#3. The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God.

Thomas Merton

#4. Abandoned homes are everyone's problem, afflicting communities all over the state.

Eric Schneiderman

#5. It's too late," she said, her voice trembling. "You are not the beautiful innocent vagabond walking toward me under the dogwood blossoms, with his trunks and his head full of worthless notions. And I am not the beloved, cherished ladies' maid ...

Geraldine Brooks

#6. lawn and flowering dogwood

David Baldacci

#7. The reality of it is you have to be over the top if you want to be noticed.

Bob Wright

#8. Back the, my life was mostly pieces-tire swings and lemonade, dogwood petals drifting down and going brown in the grass. Cotton dresses, bedsheets flapping on the line. An acre of front porch. A year of hopscotch rhymes.

Brenna Yovanoff

#9. To be a stranger in a strange land: Whenever one feasts, one thinks of one's brother twice as much as before, There where my brother far away is ascending, The dogwood is flowering, and a man is missed.

Wang Wei

#10. You're a good one, Jackie Fierro," they said. "And that makes the world a dangerous place for you.

Joseph Fink

#11. Ensemble is hard to do. It's like 3-D chess.

Eric Bogosian

#12. At home, a man is entitled to raise his voice maybe once a year, if something really gets under his skin. At work, it's different. I raise my voice all the time. Not out of malice, but to get things right. It's never personal.

Charlie Trotter

#13. When I was born, my parents and my mother's parents planted a dogwood tree in the side yard of the large white house in which we lived throughout my boyhood. This tree I learned quite early, was exactly my age - was, in a sense, me.

John Updike

#14. Sometimes when the heart breaks, it doesn't know what it wants and it doesn't recognize the difference between the truth and a lie.

C.C. Hunter

#15. Dogwood Blues by Brenda Sutton Rose is a masterful work of classic small-town fiction.

Janice Daugharty

#16. Two men, one fairly dragging the other along, suddenly entered the clearing and, their eyes trained behind them, ran headlong into the owl's creation and knocked it, every maple branch and every twig of dogwood, to the ground in a splintering crash. The owl fell backward, devastated.

Colin Meloy

#17. After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#18. Was it possible in any relationship to not disappoint, to do anything more than only briefly rekindle the initial fatal illusion?

Lily King