Henry Van Dyke Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Friendship, Peace, Flower

  Henry Van Dyke, “God Of The Open Air”

• Hours fly,
  Flowers die:
  New days,
  New ways:
  Pass by!
  Love stays.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Life, Flower, New Day

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The works of Henry Van Dyke”

• Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." . . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Life, Memories, Lying

  Henry Van Dyke (2015). “Little Rivers”, p.68, eKitap Projesi

• We may be able to tell how many stars are in the Milky Way; we may be able to count the petals of every flower, and number the bones of every bird; but unless faith leads us to a deeper understanding, a more reverent comprehension of the significance of the universe, God can be no more pleased with our knowledge than the painter is pleased with the fly which touches his picture with its feelers, and sips the varnish from the surface, and dies without dreaming of the meaning, thought, feeling, embodied in the colors.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Faith, Dream, Stars

  Henry Van Dyke (2000). “The Upward Path: Daily Inspirations from the Works of Henry Van Dyke”, Harold Shaw Pub

• Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Dream, Sweet, Flower

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The Poems of Henry Van Dyke”

• Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Flower, Night, Hymns

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The Poems of Henry Van Dyke”

• The worlds in which we live at heart are one, The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done"; And underneath these worlds of flower and fruit, The world "I love,"--the only living root.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Flower, Heart, Roots

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The Poems of Henry Van Dyke”

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