Quotes about Bloom
O Lord, save us from the murmuring spirit which with the majority of us is merely skin deep, but it is harmful, hurting the bloom of spiritual communion. Keep our life hid with Christ in God.
- Oswald Chambers
(Now the flax and barley were destroyed, since the barley was ripe and the flax was in bloom;
- Exodus 9:31
Catch for us the foxes—the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—for our vineyards are in bloom.
- Song of Solomon 2:15
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.
- Song of Solomon 7:12
It will bloom profusely and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon will be given to it, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon. They will see the glory of the LORD, the splendor of our God.
- Isaiah 35:2
For just as rain and snow fall from heaven and do not return without watering the earth, making it bud and sprout, and providing seed to sow and food to eat,
- Isaiah 55:10
The Nature of This Flower is to bloom.
- Alice Walker
No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.
- DH Lawrence
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
- William Wordsworth
If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the moon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.
- Cormac McCarthy
In this brief Sabbath now, time fit To be eternal. Such a bliss Of bloom's no ornament, but root And light, a saving loveliness, Starred firmament here underfoot.
- Wendell Berry
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night, I mourn'd - and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
- Walt Whitman