Top 41 Fresh Flower Sayings
#1. You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air.
Debasish Mridha
#4. A mother's love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
Debasish Mridha
#6. Every new friend is a fresh flower with endless beauty, love and joy.
Debasish Mridha
#7. Babies are the buds of life ready to bloom like a fresh flower to refresh humanity.
Debasish Mridha
#8. You are brighter than the sun, prettier than a fresh flower, and sweeter than any chocolate. Your songs are always humming in my heart. I wish you a sweet sweetest day.
Debasish Mridha
#9. Every pearl of your necklace touches my heart like a fresh flower of joy.
Debasish Mridha
#11. Peace is a fresh flower;
when it's freshness and beauty touches heart,
it will last forever.
Debasish Mridha
#13. I write because I hope.I write because I have faith.
Hope.Hope alike a fresh flower grows in the sand of my heart .
Faith.Faith alike the Sea will be perishing only when Sea disappears .
Katerina Kostaki
#14. When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life among the dead. Such are the anxious and fearful contemplations of the common observer, though the popular religion often prevents him from confessing them even to himself.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#15. Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.
Heinrich Heine
#16. With every sunrise, I rise with joy. My heart dances with love. I begin a new life fresh like a flower.
Debasish Mridha
#17. Benefits please like flowers while they are fresh.
George Herbert
#18. A baby is as pure as an angel and as fresh as a blooming flower.
Debasish Mridha
#19. Who can describe the transports of a beam truly parental on beholding a daughter shoot up like some fair and modest flower, and acquire, day after day, fresh beauty and growing sweetness, so as to fill every eye with pleasure and every heart with admiration?
George Fordyce
#20. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases.
Haruki Murakami
#21. Far happier he, who, young and full of pride And radiant with the glory of the sun, Leaves earth before his singing time is done. All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide, His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died.
Kobo Abe
#23. You are looking beautiful' Dhiren said. Vasundhra looked fresh like a morning flower in a casually draped Lavender chanderi sari. Her long, wet hair left open, just a pin holding them back from falling on her lovely face. 'A true Himalayan flower' Dhiren had thought.
Joyita Nag Shankar
#24. Fine fruit is the flower of commodities. It is the most perfect union of the useful and the beautiful that the earth knows. Trees full of soft foliage; blossoms fresh with spring bounty; and, finally, fruit, rich, bloom-dusted, melting, and luscious.
Andrew Jackson Downing
#25. Our soul is like a soft and gentle flower, it needs to be nurtured, cared for, tended to, with sufficient sunlight, fresh air and freedom to bloom into its most precious and beautiful form. This, my friend, is self-love.
Miya Yamanouchi
#26. Peace in every step. The shining red sun is my heart. Each flower smiles with me. How green, how fresh all that grows. How cool the wind blows. Peace is every step. It turns the endless path to joy.
Nhat Hanh
#27. The fields and the flowers and the beautiful faces are not ours, as the stars and the hills and the sunlight are not ours, but they give us fresh and happy thoughts.
John Lancaster Spalding
#28. Feel happy and joyful like a fresh blooming spring flower.
Debasish Mridha
#29. Of course, fresh flowers are the answer to any June gloom you may be feeling. Flowers really do solve all problems.
Mia Moretti
#30. A virtuous character is likened to an unblemished flower. Piety is a fadeless bud that half opens on earth and expands through eternity. Sweetness of temper is the odor of fresh blooms, and the amaranth flowers of pure affection open but to bloom forever.
Dorothea Dix
#31. A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.
Talib Kweli
#32. No wonder the tulip is the patron flower of Holland. Looking at it one almost smells fresh paint laid on in generous brilliance: doors, blinds, whole houses, canal boats, pails, farm wagons - all painted in greens, blues, reds, pinks, yellows.
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
#33. Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.
John Lubbock
#34. No Scripture is exhausted by a single explanation.
The flowers of God's garden bloom not only double,
but sevenfold;
they are continually pouring forth fresh fragrance.
Charles Spurgeon
#35. In the garden of humanity every baby is a fresh new flower.
Debasish Mridha
#36. A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth
Gerald Massey
#37. Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
Nhat Hanh
#38. The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
William Shakespeare
#39. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#40. Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
William Cowper
#41. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
William Blake
