Because we are in a war situation, this can sometimes be dangerous work. But guys like A.D. Flowers and his technicians just take it in stride and get on with the job. In four years, we’ve never had a serious accident or injury working with all the explosions.
I actually use women’s perfume – I have since I was a kid. It’s called Anais Anais, from Rachael. It smells like a beautiful woman and a bouquet of flowers. I use that and Right Guard deodorant.
I’m susceptible to that sort of thing – to walls and flowers. You can probably get something more from a wall than a person sometimes. It’s just put somewhere.
Whenever the hero and heroines met, they couldn’t go beyond a point. They would just hold hands and consummation or kissing would be two flowers meeting or a bumblebee hovering over a flower. In ‘Kaagaz Ke Phool,’ even though their love was strong, the couple never touched.
Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.
The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.
For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom.
The names of common flowers change from decade to decade, so I spent a lot of time with old outdated dictionaries, with awful flower names like ‘mouse-eared chickweed.’
Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.
The idea of the museum is to show my work since the start, and I wanted to show all of it, not just to choose between different pieces. They are grouped together in themes – minimalism, androgyny, black and white, graphic, flowers, and so on – from the earliest designs to the most recent ones.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
I like perfume and flowers.
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Waters are distilled out of Herbs, Flowers, Fruits, and Roots.
If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America… that germ will spring up, that noxious weed will thrive, and again stifle the growth, wither the leaves, blast the flowers and poison the fair fruits of freedom.
I have made bouquets of pleats, bouquets of flowers, bouquets of ruffles, bouquets of feathers. Often I design in mousseline, held tightly around the waist, and with something else going on all around.
When I was little, I’d pick flowers wherever I traveled with my mom, then dry them, cover them with resin, and turn them into paperweights.
Your minds may now be likened to a garden, which will, if neglected, yield only weeds and thistles; but, if cultivated, will produce the most beautiful flowers, and the most delicious fruits.
I was taught to confront things you can’t avoid. Death is one of those things. To live in a society where you’re trying not to look at it is stupid because looking at death throws us back into life with more vigour and energy. The fact that flowers don’t last for ever makes them beautiful.
Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes – every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.
I like flowers. In my next life, maybe I can be a gardener.
Non-Muslims in Saudi Arabia can only celebrate Valentine’s Day behind closed doors. Apparently, this has led to a huge black market for flowers and wrapping paper.
As in the rankest soil the most beautiful flowers are grown, so in the dark soil of poverty the choicest flowers of humanity have developed and bloomed.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
My last book, ‘The Language of Flowers,’ I wrote completely on naptime, when my little kids were asleep.
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.
Constance Spry was one of the first people to put flowers in urns and ceramic swans and other unusual containers, but her arrangements tended to be a little less full.
I love the fact that ‘Flowers for Algernon’ is doing its part to get people reading.
Virgil Flowers fishes in the St. Croix where I fish for muskies near my house.
My way to think about creation is like the end of the world. I love confusion. So music and image, picture, fabrics, people, person, talk: That’s my way to work. And food. And perfumes. I love perfumes. And flowers and plants, and dresses and vintage.
If you have children, you know you’re responsible for somebody. You realize you are being imitated; your belief systems and priorities have a direct influence on these children, who are like flowers in a garden.
I’m really quite simple. I plant flowers and watch them grow… I stay at home and watch the river flow.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
I’m not really a fan of Valentine’s Day. I think it can be romantic doing nothing on Valentine’s Day. It’s more romantic than being given a big bunch of flowers that everyone else is doing.
We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes.
Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.
I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market – anything to personalize the environment.
Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there’s always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.
I love how Vietnamese cuisine always tastes like flowers, and how they had the ingenious idea of pairing that floral flavor with seafood: such a combination shouldn’t work as well as it does.
I feel like if I’m sick, I need flowers. I’m very open about saying what I need from a partner, and he needs to meet those demands.
I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness. Because just like a rose is beautiful, so is a sunflower, so is a peony. I mean, all flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that’s like women too.
The women in Europe think I’m the Beatles, they throw me flowers.
An excellent wine, someone’s best attempt at cooking, and the candles and flowers on the table can turn the simplest dinner into an unforgettably romantic event.
I don’t go up to guys. I’m all about a guy sending me flowers, getting me chocolates and surprising me.
The earth laughs in flowers.
Sell the public flowers… things that they can hang on their walls without being uptight.
