To me, the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
- William Wordsworth
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
- William Shakespeare
Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins of Numantia,
while around them cities have changed their masters and their names, collided and smashed, disappeared into nothingness,
their peaceful generations have crossed down the ages as fresh and smiling as on the days of battle.
- Edgar Quinet
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.
- John Keats