„The rain to the wind said,’You push and I’ll pelt.’They so smote the garden bed.That the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged — though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.“

— Robert Frost

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„I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.“
— Sylvia Plath
„And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.“
— John Keats
„May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.“
— Thich Nhat Hanh
„What about sunrise, what about rain?What about all the things that you said we were to gain?What about flowering fields, is there a time?What about all the dreams that you said was yours and mine?“
— Michael Jackson