Forsythia is pure joy.
There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia.
Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
- William Carlos Williams
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens
A rose today. But you will ask in vain
Tomorrow what it is, and yesterday
It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.
- Christina rosetti
flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals.
Some seem to smile, some have a sad expression, some are pensive and difident, others again are plain, honest and upright.
- Henry Ward Beecher