Celia Thaxter Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul.

  Celia Thaxter

  Flower, Passion, Garden

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.4, Applewood Books

• As I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I am, how impotent are words in the presence of such perfection.

  Celia Thaxter

  Beauty, Flower, Thinking

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.76, Applewood Books

• As the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from the hillside, some warm, still evening, the sweet rain-song of the robin echoes clear, and next day we wake up to a dim morning; soft flecks of cloud bar the sun's way, fleecy vapors steal across the sky, the southwest wind blows lightly, rippling the water into little waves that murmur melodiously as they kiss the shore.

  Celia Thaxter

  Summer, Sweet, Song

• To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.

  Celia Thaxter

  Flower, Sunrise, Bed

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.83, Applewood Books

• Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tears, to a certain amount of the purest joy that earth can giver her children, joy that is tranquil, innocent, uplifting, unfailing.

  Celia Thaxter

  Happiness, Uplifting, Children

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.5, Applewood Books

• As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing, but that is of no consequence. We are on such good terms, my flowers and I.

  Celia Thaxter

  Friendship, Laughter, Flower

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.92, Applewood Books

• When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.

  Celia Thaxter

  Morning, Children, Flower

• The heart of God through his creation stirs, We thrill to feel it, trembling as the flowers That die to live again, his messengers, To keep faith firm in these sad souls of ours. The waves of Time may devastate our lives, The frosts of age may check our failing breath, They shall not touch the spirit that survives Triumphant over doubt and pain and death.

  Celia Thaxter

  Pain, Flower, Heart

  Celia Thaxter (1872). “Poems”, p.31

• Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.

  Celia Thaxter

  Beautiful, Flower, Moving

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “Letters of Celia Thaxter”

• Oh, I never meant, in my old age, to become subject to the thrall of a love like this; it is almost dreadful, so absorbing, so stirring down to the deeps. For the tiny creature is so old and wise and sweet, and so fascinating in his sturdy common sense and clear intelligence; and his affection for me is a wonderful, exquisite thing, the sweetest flower that has bloomed for me in all my life through.

  Celia Thaxter

  Wise, Sweet, Flower

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “Letters of Celia Thaxter”

• Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

  Celia Thaxter

  Uplifting, Cheer, Flower

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.5, Applewood Books

• Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

  Celia Thaxter

  Flower, Musician, Lovers

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.5, Applewood Books

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