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Tag Name "Bouquets" (13)

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Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
Mark Strand
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A bag of apples, a pot of homemade jam, a scribbled note, a bunch of golden flowers, a coloured pebble, a box of seedlings, an empty scent bottle for the children. . . . Who needs diamonds and van-delivered bouquets?
Pam Brown
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Let the public throw bouquets to the inventors and in time we will all be happy.
Thomas A. Edison
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Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
Alice Walker
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True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire
Dean Cavanagh
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Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.
Golda Meir
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Give bouquets of business. Introduce your clients to each other so they can work and prosper together.
Mark Victor Hansen
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I am not insecure enough to count the bouquets I receive on my birthday, I don't assess my popularity by the number of magazine covers I am on, I don't get worried if my song is on the seventh position on countdown charts.
Shahrukh Khan
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A true preacher is best measured not by how many bouquets have been pinned on him but by how many brickbats have been pitched at him. Prophets have been on the receiving end of mud more than medals.
Vance Havner
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Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.
Aberjhani
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They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.
Angela Carter
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Wouldn't it be well to give some of your bouquets before a man dies, and not go and load down his coffin? He can't enjoy them then.
Dwight L. Moody
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Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
Janet Fitch