The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
- Gertrude S. Wister
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
Isn't it odd that flowers are the reproductive organs of the plants they grow on?
- Logan Pearsall Smith
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay