The Artist’s Garden in Argenteuil – Claude Monet


“I must have flowers, always, and always.” ― Claude Monet

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables


Fields of Flowers and Windmills near Leiden-Claude Monet

Fields of Flowers and Windmills near Leiden – Claude Monet,

“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.” ― Luther Burbank


“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought —
But no, a butterfly.” 
― Arakida Moritake, Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology



Hibiscus with Plumeria – Georgia O’Keeffe

“Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” ― Georgia O’Keeffe

woman drinking tea in garden _ richard edward miller

Woman Drinking Tea in Garden – Richard Edward Miller

“In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.” ― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book Of Tea

“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.” ― Heinrich Heine

“The Origin of Violets

I know, blue modest violets,
Gleaming with dew at morn-
I know the place you come from
And the way that you are born!

When God cut holes in Heaven,
The holes the stars look through,
He let the scraps fall down to earth,-
The little scraps are you.” 
― Anonymous


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“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.” ― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real

“Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.”  ― Paul A.M. Dirac



Undergrowth with Two Figures – Vincent Van Gogh

“i have laughed
more than daffodils
and cried more than June.” 
― Sanober Khan



Two Roses on a Tablecloth – Edouard Manet

“Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.” 
― Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness


Irises – Vincent van Gogh

“The earth laughs in flowers.”  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Flowers don’t tell, they show. That’s the way good books should be too.”– Stephanie Skeem, Author of Flotsam


Flowers at Vetheuil Claude Monet

Flowers at Vétheuil – Claude Monet


“Witnessing the panoply of beauty in all of nature takes us out of our shell of self-absorption and makes us realize that we are merely bit players in the game of life. Witnessing the majesty of beauty confirms that the real show lies outside us to observe and appreciate and not inside us to transfix us. True beauty charms us into seeing the grandeur of goodness that surrounds us and by doing so, the pristine splendor of nature releases us from wallowing in the poverty of our self-idealization. The bewitching spell cast by the exquisiteness of nature levitates our souls and transforms our psyche. When we see, hear, taste, smell, or touch what is beautiful, we cannot suppress the urge to replicate its baffling texture by singing, dancing, painting, or writing. Opening our eye to the loveliness of a single flower is how we stay in touch with the glorious pageantry of living.” ― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls


Poppies-in-a-Field-1874-1880_Mary Cassatt

Poppies in a Field – Mary Cassatt

“In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.”  ― Aberjhani, Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love

“How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.” 
― Mother Teresa


The Artist’s Garden at Giverny  – Claude Monet

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers” ― Claude Monet

“Listen as the budding trees
Dance in tepid showers,
Dreaming of the day they’ll see
The blooming summer flowers.” 
― Amelia Dashwood



Bouquet of Sunflowers – Claude Monet

“Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers” ― Munia Khan

“This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises, 
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open —
pools of lace, 
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls, 
craving the sweet sap, 
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind, 
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies, 
and tip their fragrance to the air, 
and rise, 
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness 
gladly and lightly, 
and there it is again — 
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open. 
Do you love this world? 
Do you cherish your humble and silky life? 
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, 
and softly, 
and exclaiming of their dearness, 
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, 
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?” 
― Mary Oliver


Poppies – Claude Monet


Camille Monet and a Child in the Artist’s Garden in Argenteuil, 1875 – Claude Monet


“The Amen of nature is always a flower.”  — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.