Flower Quotes

“I will use a flower petal for paper,
And write you the sweetest letter,”
― Khaled Hosseini

“The flowers speak the unspoken grief, as the soul has flowered in the torment of emotions, searing the depths. Only in the hardest hour do we grasp the dawning light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“To be alive, fill your eyes with the light-filled sky, carry the river in your soul, and when night falls, listen to the winds and their tales, how jasmine blooms when the world goes to sleep. Isn't that how the night gets fragrant? You, too, will be filled with dreams, not fears.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“O God, I am not a poet when I do not carry my thirst for the flowers and rivers passing by! O God, I am not a lover, then I do not sense my longing for all that is woven of light! O God, I am not a dreamer when I do not carry the sky in my heart!”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Tears are spring showers to the garden of the heart.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The Upanishads were against idol worship. Now, what is the drawback of idol worship? Those who worship idols never get the sense that God is within the human body. By offering flowers at the feet of idols, the man is deceiving himself, deceiving the whole world. Flowers symbolize brain cells. Those who can sprout them to Godhood, in true sense they offer flowers to the feet of God within themselves.”
― Sri Jibamkrishna or Diamond

“The most powerful soul is the one who becomes a lotus of peace inside.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The most powerful soul is the one who becomes a lotus of light inside. The most powerful soul is the one who becomes a flower of peace within, rather than seeking it.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sunflowers, the blossoming suns, make this land a kingdom of light. This earth is awake with gems of hope again!”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Flower power lies in the telling of its story to the world through opening fully and deeply, breathing into the world, a love affair with life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Flower power lies in the telling of its story to the world through opening fully and deeply, breathing into the earth, a love affair with life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Here we are, the flowers and I,
and hours pass by in golden silence,
until all that remains are blossoms of scent.

Here we are, the hills and I,
and moments fleet in silent enchantment.
Immersed am I in the grandeur,
until all that remains are the hills of glory.

Here we are, the meadows and I,
and time passes by like a river, wild,
until all that remains is the grass carpet.

Could those flowers be washing me with scent,
until I disappeared into them?
Could those hills be calling me,
until I lost myself in their madness?
Could the meadows be filling me with freshness,
until I dissolved into their dew of life?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Here we are, the flowers and I,
and hours pass by in golden silence,
until all that remains are blossoms of scent.
Here we are, the hills and I,
and moments fleet in silent enchantment.
Immersed am I in the grandeur,
until all that remains are hills of glory.
Here we are, the meadows and I,
and time passes by like a river, wild,
until all that remains is a grass carpet.
Did those flowers keep washing me with scent,
until I disappeared into them?
Did those hills keep calling me,
until I lost myself in their madness?
Did the meadows keep filling me with freshness,
until I dissolved into their dew of life?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Here we are, the flowers and I,
and hours pass by in golden silence,
until all that remains are blossoms of scent.

Here we are, the hills and I,
and moments fleet in silent enchantment.
Immersed am I in the grandeur,
until all that remains are hills of glory.

Here we are, the meadows and I,
and time passes by like a river, wild,
until all that remains is a grass carpet.

Did those flowers keep washing me with scent,
until I disappeared into them?
Did those hills keep calling me,
until I lost myself in their madness?
Did the meadows keep filling me with freshness,
until I dissolved into their dew of life?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“A flower opens for the bee; the night, too, opens for the moon.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Poetry, it is my soul spilling light with ink, it is my heart growing flowers with agony”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“O God, I am not a poet when I do not carry my thirst for the flowers and rivers passing by! O God, I am not a lover when I do not sense my longing for all that is woven of light! O God, I am not a dreamer when I do not carry the sky in my heart!”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The flowers are in full bloom. The hills are clothed in marigolds. Could it be a scented summer?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Let the earth speak to you, let the earth fill you in with its whispers.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The lotus unfolds only in the murk. Stars explode at night; the moon lands. Growth occurs in the quiet dark.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Those who once lived are now flowers on the earth.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You weep, and a garden grows from the grave. This is how fresh flowers grow on the soil, wet where you wept.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Lovers find gardens in this world of weeds. Poets make poems of the whispered sighs in the breeze. Storytellers find stories in the forsaken alleys. That's how beauty is woven in this dusty world. That's how light is born in the darkness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In utter longing, I am athirst for flowers even in the sheets of snow. My thirst drove me to a search for perfumed beauty, though the ground is covered with a white blanket.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Books are stories that our hearts write in the haunting hours. In the pages, we take shelter and bind them with our emotions, so we may chronicle our lifeless void.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The flowers speak the unspoken grief, as the soul has flowered in the torment of searing emotions. Only in the hardest hour do we grasp the dawning light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The soil of the soul is never dry. It is a place of eternal beauty, of eternal spring.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The awakened soul flows freely as the river of life, wakeful to the quiet openings that a new day brings. This is the becoming of the river, carrying the light of life, flowing freely with gratitude, with quiet blessings and lessons along the way. This is the welcoming of life, as a flower welcomes the sun. This is the drinking deep of the currents of life, the flowing with awareness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The awakened soul flows freely as the river of life, wakeful to the quiet openings a new day brings. This is the becoming of the river, carrying the light of life, flowing freely with gratitude, for quiet blessings and lessons along the way. This is the welcoming of life, as a flower welcomes the sun. This is the drinking deep of the currents of life, the flowing with awareness.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Your gaze opened gardens in my soul, and I became fragrant beyond all measures. O God, if I am the flower, you are the light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee