Blooming Quotations

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

It seems the activity of expressing sound to do with music has just started blooming - and because of that, the beginners feel like they're professionals, and the professionals feel like they are beginners, which is very healthy.

For the most part we do not first see, and then define, we define first and then see. In the great blooming, buzzing confusion of the outer world we pick out what our culture has already defined for us, and we tend to perceive that which we have picked out in the form stereotyped for us by our culture.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)

I dream of a quiet man / who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows / where the rarest wildflowers / are blooming, and who goes, / and finds that he is smiling / not by his own will.

If all fools wore white hoods, any crowd would look like a field of blooming buckwheat.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.