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

When you bloom like a blossom, you must help other flower buds to bloom too.

Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland

If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see

And while I was going to meetthe flowers and sculptures of Montreux,I smelled Lord Byron’s inksweating an amazing darkness outfrom the medieval body of Chillon CastleFrom the poem - Along the Shore

Flowers enshrine my heart between their petals; that's why my heartbeats love them so much

Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers