There is a grief where the young wild flowers blow,
A sorrow and a mourning everywhere;
The fresh spring beauties, with their meek young heads
Just lifted from the dying, brown oak leaves —
Blue violets, that their sweet perfumes shed
Where the great forest its deep shadow weaves
Lucia Fidelia Wooley Gillette, Pebbles from the Shore (1879) p.36 (Universalist, political commentator for The New York Tribune, biographer, missionary, reformer, temperance advocate,
Some flowers give out little or no odor, until crushed.
Abigail Alcott (Unitarian, reformer, suffragist) quoted by Eve LaPlante, My Heart Is Boundless p.xiii
I always think the flowers can see us and know what we are thinking about.
George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) (Unitarian, author)
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.
Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase (Unitarian, author)
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
Lydia Maria Child (Unitarian, author, reformer)
For gentle feelings, love, are flowers
That bloom thro’ life’s most clouded hours!
Frances Sargent Osgood, “May-Day in New England” (Unitarian, poet, author)