A flower that refuses to bloom robs the world of its beauty.

Light is all a flower longs for, even when surrounded with priceless jewels.

Each time a flower blooms, the world is reminded that there is beauty in new beginnings.

A flower must bloom inside first before revealing its beauty to the world.

You are BLOSSOM!

This is BLOSSOM!

When you look at a rose try to focus on its beauty, not its thorns.

Trees generously share their fruit.Bees generously share their honey.Flowers generously share their perfume. Do likewise.

Planting a flower in the desert takes greater skill than growing a garden in a rain forest.

A flower does not fulfill its destiny until it blooms, and a star does not fulfill its destiny until it shines.

The loveliest roses sometimes bear the ugliest thorns.

Even the tiniest of flowers can have the toughest roots.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them

A flower’s beauty is birthed in a seed’s ugly struggles.

Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

Anyone can love a rose, but only a saint can love its thorns.

You can't take love for granted! You need to be patient. And just as flowers take time to blossom, love will one day blossom in your heart!

Only when your love of roses is greater than your fear of thorns can you grow a beautiful garden.

Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.

Plucking a rose only proves you desire it, but nurturing it proves you love it.

If there are many thorns in your life, it is because you are a rose.

A flower takes a while to grow, but can die in an instant; this is how it is with trust.

A flower does not bloom for itself, but for the world; do likewise.

A rose, no matter how beautiful, still has to contend with thorns.

A flower does not diminish in beauty, no matter how many weeds envy it.

A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed.

Planting your own garden is better than waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

A flower in a desert still has no reason to envy a thorn in a rainforest.

No matter how beautiful a rose is it must still grow in dirt.

If roses tried to be sunflowers, they would lose their beauty; and if sunflowers tried to be roses, they would lose their strength.

If bees only gathered nectar from perfect flowers, they wouldn’t be able to make even a single drop of honey.

A flower blooming in the desert proves to the world that adversity, no matter how great, can be overcome.

If you stop tending to flowers when they lose a few petals, you will never grow a garden.

A beautiful rose with an ugly soul wilts quickly.

Opportunities, like roses, come with a beautiful fragrance, but also with thorns.

Don’t waste time watering a weed hoping to transform it into a flower.

A flower blooming in a storm is stronger than a tree blossoming under a rainbow.

If you tend to a flower, it will bloom, no matter how many weeds surround it.

A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blossoming in a rainforest.

In a world full of daisies dare to be a rose.

A rose does not answer its enemies with words, but with beauty.

Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.

Witnessing the panoply of beauty in all of nature takes us out of our shell of self-absorption and makes us realize that we are merely bit players in the game of life. Witnessing the majesty of beauty confirms that the real show lies outside us to observe and appreciate and not inside us to transfix us. True beauty charms us into seeing the grandeur of goodness that surrounds us and by doing so, the pristine splendor of nature releases us from wallowing in the poverty of our self-idealization. The bewitching spell cast by the exquisiteness of nature levitates our souls and transforms our psyche. When we see, hear, taste, smell, or touch what is beautiful, we cannot suppress the urge to replicate its baffling texture by singing, dancing, painting, or writing. Opening our eye to the loveliness of a single flower is how we stay in touch with the glorious pageantry of living.

A flower, no matter how beautiful, still has to grow in dirt.

If roses did not suffer thorns on their journey to beauty, they would lose out on becoming masterpieces.

A flower can only grow through concrete if it believes in itself, not its obstacles.

Perfume is the scent that pours out of a flower's soul when crushed.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

If a flower perseveres through concrete, you can persevere through anything.

Man is hypocrite! He says that he loves flowers but he kills them for his own simple interests and for his own joy! Man is hypocrite!

If you place two flowers in the same vase, they will not argue over who is more beautiful.

A rose does not lose sleep because it was mocked by weeds.

Daisies that bring you joy are better than roses that bring you sorrow.

Flowers are prettiest where they are watered the most.

If roses were not special weeds would not envy them.

A flower has no choice in where it is planted, but does have a choice in the direction it grows.

Don't pluck a rose's petals and then ask the rose why it is sad.

A rose’s beautiful scent is extracted only when it is crushed.

Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.

A thorn is a rose's friend but a gardener’s enemy.

Roses do not bloom the same time as daisies.

One who loves roses cannot avoid its thorns.

The joy of success lies in the process or journey -- not so much on the destination, because one destination opens the door for another. It's like the beauty of watching a blossoming flower ... a bird taking flight for the first time or a child taking the first step ... Enjoy your process today as I am.

Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimateart.

If God had a flower for each moment He thought of you, the whole universe would be a garden.

Love is the softest rose in the soul's garden.

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Earth is a flower in the Garden of Cosmos! And therefore, a flower on Earth is a flower within the flower!

To me she looked like a lily, an innocence floating in the pond!

Be like a rose; no matter how many thorns you encounter in life, bloom.

Love is the only rose whose thorn's prick is sweet.

A flawed rose is better than a flawless dandy lion.

Roses do not take beauty advice from weeds.

Anybody can be a flower! Yes, you can be a flower too! Just be gentle and innocent; give no harm to anyone! And now you are a flower!

If you are a kind and a peaceful person, you will see yourself when you look at an elegant flower!

Don't believe a man will give you the world if he doesn't even buy you flowers.

A rose's prick is better than a daisy's kiss.

The prettiest flower still had to struggle to surface.

I rebuke societies that impart to their flowers their cold and rigid demeanour. Flowers should not stand with the stiffness of a soldier on parade but must carry themselves with the relaxedness of a dancer, their arms outstretched above a shaggy mane. Life reveals few sights as distressing as the look of flowers standing mournfully at attention unstirred by the kisses of a million bees. This infection of uncomely reserve is the handiwork of sombre gardeners bred in sombre societies who will not consider their work done till their flowers exude in aspect that stiffness they esteem. They forget that God intended that we mingle with flowers and not merely admire them from afar. But there is a look in a fastidiously manicured garden that makes me keep my distance, a look that draws my eyes but scorns my touch, and that is why I condemn them.

That's oak leaf, for bravery. I've got Veronica and Honeysuckle, for fidelity and affection. And that's Peony, for shame. She lives under this rock.""Did you make that up by yourself?""'Course not. That's the language of flowers. Everyone knows that.""No, they don't. I don't.""Everyone used to know. They sent each other messages. Like Bluebells means, 'I'll always love you' and Jasmine means 'We're friends.' and Asphodels... Asphodels are for the dead.

Groupies will give you Chlamydia, Edward.”“Right, Virg. Groupies throw underwear on stage. They don’t throw flowers.