Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
You have to decide if you're going to wilt like a daisy or if you're just going to go forward and live the life that you've been granted.
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.
I don't know whether this is the best of times or the worst of times, but I assure you it's the only time you've got. You can either sit on your expletive deleted or pick a daisy.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
If I had my life to live over, I'd pick more daisies.
It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!
In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful. Each has its own expression. Each flower its' own fragrance. Each bird its' own song. So you too have your own unique melody.
Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it's just a daisy in a jelly glass
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Stars are the daisies that begem
The blue fields of the sky.
Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
I got daisies
In green pastures.
The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.
The love of God toward you is like the Amazon River flowing down to water a single daisy.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
One can get just as much exultation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing. It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy.
You may wear your virtues as a crown,
As you walk through life serenely,
And grace your simple rustic gown
With a beauty more than queenly.
Though only one for you shall care,
One only speak your praises;
And you never wear in your shining hair,
A richer flower than daisies.
Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.
Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers;
Coming ere the spring time,
To tell of sunny hours.
When the trees are leafless;
When the fields are bare;
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.
Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history. I began with Daisy Miller, and I've just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book.
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