Florist Quotes

“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.

The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.

The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.

The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.

The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.

The moral of the story?

Kids are smart.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“I pinched tendrils of periwinkle at the roots until they hung in long, limp strands, and grabbed a dozen bright white spider mums. I wrapped the periwinkle tightly around the base of the mums like a ribbon and used florist's wire to create loose curlicues of the leafy groundcover around a multilayered explosion of mums. The effect was like fireworks, dizzying and grand.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“I could have hired someone else. Someone less flawed, perhaps, or at least better at hiding it. But none of them would have had the talent you have with flowers, Victoria. It's truly a gift. When you work with flowers, everything about you changes. The set of your jaw loosens. Your eyes glaze with focus. Your fingers manipulate the flowers with a gentle respect that makes it impossible to believe you are capable of violence. I'll never forget the first day I saw it. Watching you arranging sunflowers at the back table, I felt like I was looking at a completely different girl."
I knew the girl of whom she was speaking. It was the same one I'd glimpsed in the dressing room mirror with Elizabeth, after nearly a year in her home. Perhaps that girl had survived somewhere within me after all, preserved like a dried flower, fragile and sweet.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“Flowers, you who end in close affinity to the arrangers’ hands
(Hands of girls then, hands of girls now),
You who cover the garden table from end to end,
Grown weak, gently injured,

Waiting for water which revives you once more
From a death already commenced - and now
Again taken up between the opposing, sorting
Fingers and their feeling of you, and which can so well

Show you favour, give ease more than you had imagined,
As you recover yourselves in a jug,
Cooling slowly, and the ardour of the girls like confessions

Given up by you, seeping forth like muddy and tiresome sins
You committed by being plucked, - these are another tie between you,
So joined in alliance by both your blossomings.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“The real perfectibility of man may be illustrated, as I have
mentioned before, by the perfectibility of a plant. The object of the
enterprising florist is, as I conceive, to unite size, symmetry, and beauty
of colour. It would surely be presumptuous in the most successful
improver to affirm, that he possessed a carnation in which these
qualities existed in the greatest possible state of perfection. However
beautiful his flower may be, other care, other soil, or other suns, might
produce one still more beautiful.”
― Thomas Robert Malthus, An Essay on the Principle of Population

“Williams Flower & Gift, Gig Harbor is a local florist providing same-day flower delivery in Washington. Their floral shop has been actively serving the city of Gig Harbor for more than thirty years, designing floral bouquets for all types of events.

For more information, Please contact
Williams Flower & Gift - Gig Harbor
7706 Pioneer Way Gig Harbor WA 98335
(253) 851-7673”
― Williams Flower & Gift - Gig Harbor

“She reached into the burlap sack that she kept draped over her shoulder and retrieved a large spray of lavender and bunches of marigold.
"To decorate your supper club," Ms. Rose said. "They are the colors of Mardi Gras: purple for justice, gold for power, and the green leaves represent faith."
"These are beautiful," Tiana said as she took the flowers. Their coloring was so vivid they looked otherworldly.”
― Farrah Rochon, Almost There

“No wise sayings today?" Tiana asked. Ms. Rose loved sharing nuggets of wisdom she said were passed down from her mother.
The woman's brow lifted. "Actually, I do have one for you: Ti bwa ou pa wè, se li ki pete je ou. The twig you don't see is the one that puts out your eye."
Tiana peered at the flowers Ms. Rose had handed her. "Are there twigs in here?"
"Be cautious," the woman said. "It means to always be aware of your surroundings.”
― Farrah Rochon, Almost There

“Flowers will always look better in the garden.”
― Anthony T. Hincks