John Ruskin Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• There is material enough in a single flower for the ornament of a score of cathedrals.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Garden, Ornaments

  John Ruskin (1873). “The Stones of Venice”, p.339

• Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.

  John Ruskin

  Sarcastic, Flower, Humanity

  John Ruskin (1873). “Modern Painters”, p.94

• The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Good Woman, Path

  John Ruskin (2006). “Sesame and Lillies: Three Lectures”, p.138, Cosimo, Inc.

• There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Literature

  John Ruskin, John D. Rosenberg (1964). “The Genius of John Ruskin: Selections from His Writings”, p.367, University of Virginia Press

• The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are here first of all for delight.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Firsts, Delight

• You may chisel a boy into shape, as you would a rock, or hammer him into it, if he be of a better kind, as you would a piece of bronze. But you cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does.

  John Ruskin

  Cute, Girl, Flower

  John Ruskin (2006). “Sesame and Lillies: Three Lectures”, p.125, Cosimo, Inc.

• Modern science gives lectures on botany, to show there is no such thing as a flower; on humanity, to show there is no such thing as a man; and on theology, to show there is no such thing as a God. No such thing as a man, but only a mechanism, No such thing as a God, but only a series of forces.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Men, Giving

  John Ruskin (1918). “Selections and Essays”, Scholarly Press

• Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Men, Sea

  John Ruskin (1875). “Proserpina: Studies of Wayside Flowers, While the Air was Yet Pure Among the Alps, and in the Scotland and England which My Father Knew”, p.95

• You cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does, she will wither without sun; she will decay in her sheath as a narcissus will if you do not give her air enough; she might fall and defile her head in dust if you leave her without help at some moments in her life; but you cannot fetter her; she must take her own fair form and way if she take any.

  John Ruskin

  Girl, Flower, Fall

  John Ruskin (1894). “Essays and Letters Selected from the Writings of John Ruskin”

• If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.

  John Ruskin

  Flower, Moving, Animal

  John Ruskin, Cook (1905). “Works”

• When men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work, as the colour-petals out of a fruitful flower; when they are faithfully helpful and compassionate, all their emotions become steady, deep, perpetual, and vivifying to the soul as the natural pulse to the body. But now, having no true business, we pour our whole masculine energy into the false business of money-making; and having no true emotion, we must have false emotions dressed up for us to play with, not innocently, as children with dolls, but guiltily and darkly.

  John Ruskin

  Children, Flower, Men

  John Ruskin, John D. Rosenberg (1964). “The Genius of John Ruskin: Selections from His Writings”, p.312, University of Virginia Press

• All are to be men of genius in their degree,--rivulets or rivers, it does not matter, so that the souls be clear and pure; not dead walls encompassing dead heaps of things, known and numbered, but running waters in the sweet wilderness of things unnumbered and unknown, conscious only of the living banks, on which they partly refresh and partly reflect the flowers, and so pass on.

  John Ruskin

  Running, Sweet, Wall

  John Ruskin (1860). “The Stones of Venice...”, p.58

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