How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That ’s newly sprung in June,
Oh, my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns
Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his buttonhole.
- Mark Twain
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
- Iris Murdoch