Quotes About A Flower Bud

#1. Oh my Valentine! I was waiting for you next to my wide open window just as a flower bud waits for the spring air to bloom.

Debasish Mridha

#2. Hope is a flower bud in the garden of the mind, waiting to bloom in the morning sun.

Debasish Mridha

#3. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#4. A good magician's performance tells a story. Each act should build on the next, becoming ever more engaging to fill the audience with wonder. It's a bud that unfurls into a flower, meant to woo the audience.

Laura Lam

#5. Every woman is born with her own sense of style and idea of beauty. To stifle that is a sin as great as snuffing out a blossoming bud, a one-of-a-kind flower will never bloom again.

Toni Sorenson

#6. Life is like a magical bud hoping to bloom into a beautiful flower that will beautify humanity with her petals of love.

Debasish Mridha

#7. Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.

Sam Hamill

#8. Rama glanced at her whenever a beautiful object caught his eye. Every tint of the sky, every shape of a flower or bud, every elegant form of a creeper reminded him of some aspect or other of Sita's person.

R.K. Narayan

#9. Like a bud is born with the knowing that it will flower when the season comes, like a bird is born with the principles of flight that take over when it spreads its wings to fly, the human body-mind-soul, is born with the capacity to heal itself, long before it is taught ... to forget.

Sanjiv Ranjan

#10. Divine love is a sacred flower, which in its early bud is happiness, and in its full bloom is heaven.

James Hervey

#11. A child her wayward pencil drew
On margins of her book;
Garlands of flower, dancing elves,
Bud, butterfly, and brook,
Lessons undone, and plum forgot,
Seeking with hand and heart
The teacher whom she learned to love
Before she knew t'was Art.

Louisa May Alcott

#12. Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

Emily Bronte

#13. My boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality
just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust.

Alberto Moravia

#14. It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer ... and everything collapses.

Colette

#15. Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud. Any of us will put out more and better ideas if our efforts are appreciated.

Alex Faickney Osborn

#16. It comes over me that I had then a strange alter ego deep down somewhere inside me, as the full-blown flower is in the small tight bud, and I just took the course, I just transferred him to the climate, that blighted him once and for ever.

Henry James

#17. A flower is not better when it blooms than when it is merely a bud; at each stage it is the same thing - a flower in the process of expressing its potential.

Paulo Coelho

#18. If you have patience, then you'll also have love. Patience leads to love. If you forcefully open the petals of a bud, you won't be able to enjoy its beauty and fragrance. Only when it blossoms by following its natural course, will the beauty and fragrance of a flower unfold.

Mata Amritanandamayi

#19. The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

William Cowper

#20. From a bud of the evening a flower opens its petal in the dawn. The world sees the bud of the last night smiling with nectar on its lips. No one observed the diligence that was needed for the opening of each petal.

Pratibha Ray

#21. A village, even a small one, takes at least all night to burn, in the end it looks like an enormous flower, then there's only a bud, and after that nothing.

Louis-Ferdinand Celine

#22. Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.

Jean Ingelow

#23. Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#24. You can never lose anything. You only gain the moment of beauty like a bud transforms into a flower.

Debasish Mridha

#25. Hope is like a bud that holds the hidden beauty of a flower.

Debasish Mridha

#26. Life is like a bud, it always dreams to bloom like a flower.

Debasish Mridha

#27. A flower, when offered in the bud, is no vain sacrifice.

Isaac Watts

#28. I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.

Christina Rossetti

#29. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

William Shakespeare

#30. A bud is a flower-to-be. A flower in waiting. Waiting for just the right warmth and care to open up. It's a little fist of love waiting to unfold and be seen by the world. And that's you.

Christopher Paul Curtis

#31. She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.

Edith Wharton

#32. I've tried. He doesn't want any friend but himself. He's shut himself up tight, like a beautiful flower bud being poisoned from within.

William Shakespeare

#33. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow : his navel, bud of flesh : and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower. [84]

James Joyce

#34. Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.

Arthur Symons

#35. 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

#36. Like the bud of a flower, change forces you to surrender to growth. It makes you vulnerable. It requires you to enlarge, expand and become bigger. Like the oxygen provided with each breath, we are denied its benefits until we relax and breathe in.

Stella Payton

#37. I love to see the bud bursting into maturity; I love to mark the deepening tints with which the beams of heaven paint the expanded flower; nay, with a melancholy sort of pleasure, I love to watch that progress towards decay, so endearingly bespeaking a fellowship in man's transient glory

Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna

#38. When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar