The language of flowers Quotes

“Flowers are conscious, intelligent forces. They have been given to us for our happiness and our healing.We can hasten our own evolution by through employing the tools offered to us by a conscious, caring Mother Nature—flowers and their essences.Flower essences allow us to see into the soul of things—into ourselves, our world, and all living beings.Flower essences are a response to the call of an ever-awakening humanity to minister to its spiritual needs.Mother Nature’s pharmacy has long been accessible to those who have pried open her botanical medicine chest. And to those who wish to learn her language—the language of flowers—she bestows her most wonderful secrets of perfect well-being.In keeping with herbalism’s ancient tradition of communing with the plant kingdom, flower essences have evolved as a natural expression of healing—in the simplest ways, through the simplest means.(The) principle of magnetism is strongly operative in flower essences that vibrationally align us with the positive qualities that we seek to uncover within ourselves.How, then, do flower essences work? Very well indeed.”

“I've always loved the language of flowers. I discovered Kate Greenaway's 'Language of Flowers' in a used bookstore when I was 16 and couldn't believe it was such a well-kept secret. How could something so beautiful and romantic be virtually unknown?”

“Hyacinth. Please forgive me.”

“For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceansburned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake. The sharp, chemical smell was nothing like the hazy syrup of my dreams; the two were as different as Carolina and Indian jasmine, separation and attachment. They could not be confused. Standing in the middle of the room, I located the source of the fire. A neat row of wooden matches lined the foot of the bed. They ignited, one after the next, a glowing picket fence across the piped edging. Watching them light, I felt a terror unequal to the size of the flickering flames, and for a paralyzing moment I was ten years old again, desperate and hopeful in a way I had never been before and never would be again. But the bare synthetic mattress did not ignite like the thistle had in late October. It smoldered, and then the fire went out. It was my eighteenth birthday.”

“I would keep her, and raise her, and love her, even if she had to teach me how to do it.”

“Over time, we would learn each other, and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.”

“One character all messages had in common was vague generality. "Fly away with me," a tussie-mussie might suggest, but never "Meet me at the railway depot at six-thirty.”

“Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her wordless expression I saw gratitude, and relief, and trust. I wanted, desperately, not to disappoint her.”

“I believe you can prove everyone wrong, too, Victoria. Your behavior is a choice; it isn't who you are.”

“Anyone can grow into something beautiful.”