Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

I think of the nudes as seed pods, like flowers or grasses. They are universal bodies.

I have made bouquets of pleats, bouquets of flowers, bouquets of ruffles, bouquets of feathers. Often I design in mousseline, held tightly around the waist, and with something else going on all around.

I'm a romantic, and I like guys to bring flowers and buy some gifts - not expensive things, just romantic things.

If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: 'I'm cheap!'

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.

Evolutionary biologists are not content merely to explain how variation occurs within limits, however. They aspire to answer a much broader question-which is how complex organisms like birds, and flowers, and human beings came into existence in the first place.

My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.

I feel like if I'm sick, I need flowers. I'm very open about saying what I need from a partner, and he needs to meet those demands.

When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.

We may say most aptly that the Analytical Engine weaves algebraical patterns just as the Jacquard loom weaves flowers and leaves.

I try to always have flowers in the house. I have a florist in Chinatown, and they deliver orchids every two weeks. I like living with living things.

In Japan, you can learn how to make a bunch of flowers. This is an art. Tea ceremony, it's an art.

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

Flowers are happy things.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory.

My last book, 'The Language of Flowers,' I wrote completely on naptime, when my little kids were asleep.