Bluebell quotes by topic: Ringing and bluebells, Girls and bluebells, Forest and bluebells, Love and bluebells, Wildflowers and bluebells, Attitude to bluebells, Bluebells features, Death and bluebells, Spring and bluebells, Gardening and bluebells, People and bluebells, Art and bluebells, Happiness and bluebells, Secrets and bluebells, etc.
Ringing and bluebells
… small blue bells and little white snowdrops rang as if they were wearing bells. (Hans Christian Andersen)
He heard the blue bells, tilting their heads, ringing. He saw a mermaid swim out from behind a sedge… (Nikolai Gogol)
The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells. (Lara Biyuts)
To the bell
Will a mosquito fly to the bellflower?
It sounds so sad. (Matsuo Basho)
Gliding through the fog,
She comes to the clearing,
Bluebells, Bluebells everywhere,
Violets and bluebells,
You can almost hear them ringing… (C.M. Johnson)
Girls and bluebells
So she wove a wreath from bluebells and delicate white flowers and placed it on my head. It smelled like withered grass, like the end of summer. (Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry)
I wonder what Vivian’s like? Oh, I know! The bluebells back there by the creek. They always must have a shady spot away from the hot sun. That’s like Vivian, but she’s dear just the same, and some day I really believe she’ll be able to stand hard things as well as the rest of us. (Mary Ellen Chase)
She was already trained and formed, but no one would understand that. People do not expect the perfume of the rose in a wild strawberry blossom, or the fragrance of the heliotrope in a common bluebell. (Charlotte M. Braeme)
In the woods the bluebells seem
Like a blue and magic dream,
Blue water, light and air
Flow among them there.
But the eager girl who pulls
Bluebells up in basketfuls
When she gets them home will find
The magic left behind. (Eleanor Farjeon)
Forest and bluebells
And like a skylit water stood, The bluebells in the azured wood. (Alfred Housman)
I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle. (Gary Hume)
They reached the summit of a shallow incline and were greeted with a surprising vista of bluebells that blanketed the forest floor. It was like stumbling into a dream, the cerulean haze seeping between the trunks of oak and beech and ash. The smell of bluebells was everywhere, the perfumed air feeling heavy and rich in her lungs. (Lisa Kleypas)
It’s good to suddenly come out of this quiet half-darkness to a bright clearing, everything is different at once – and the warm earth, and the smell of juniper warmed by the sun, and the mobility of the air, and drooping large bells cast from purple metal… (Vasily Grossman)
Love and bluebells
I’ll love you ’til the bluebells
Forget to bloom… (Jerry Livingston)
I’ll wait for you under the bluebells. I’ll be there always. (Kim Harrison)
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. (Pablo Neruda)
And your love has come too late
And I wave to the garden gate
Wake me up
when the bluebells are ringing. (Patrick Wolf)
Wildflowers and bluebells
The Bluebell or Harebell is one of our prettiest wildflowers. (C.E. Smith)
Bluebells, violets, cowslips—the same old favourite flowers—may be found on the mounds or sheltered near by. (Richard Jefferies)
Huge bluebells; purple, long-stemmed foxgloves; a whole forest full of wild blooms brimming over with heady sap. (Alphonse Daudet)
Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see;
But the wild bluebell is the flower for me. (Louisa A. Meredith)
Attitude to bluebells
I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it. (Gerard Manley Hopkins)
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell. (Anne Brontë)
But therein lies the hell of it;
Better my eyes had never lit
to love of bluebells in a wood,
Or daffodils in dancing mood. (Robert William Service)
Bluebells features
A bluebell is a flower that refuses to be captured and is only gay when it is in the woods. (Agatha Christie)
I’m afraid they would droop. See, they’re drooping already. Bluebells are like that. (Winston Graham)
The blue bellflowers wave their bells to celebrate the marriage of a flower with a butterfly. (Michel Lis)
Death and bluebells
With fairest flowers
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins. (William Shakespeare)
Bluebell, even as all divine
I have seen my darling shine—
Bluebell, even as wan and frail
I have seen my darling fail—
Thou hast found a voice for me,
And soothing words are breathed by thee. (Emily Brontë)
Spring and bluebells
To-day Paul brought the first bluebells of spring, and put them in water for me. (Mary Hartwell Catherwood)
My bells
Steppe flowers!
What are you looking at me
Dark blue?
And what are you talking about
On the day of cheerful May,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head? (Alexei Tolstoy)
Gardening and bluebells
A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells. (Diana Wynne Jones)
They should be grown in bold clumps, and if under slight shade, where many other things cannot be well grown, all the better; still, they are in no way particular—any aspect, position, or soil will answer for these robust flowers. Such being the case, few gardens should be without at least the finer forms of the large Bluebell. (John Wood)
People and bluebells
I want to go out into the country, I want to thread the pale Spring air, and hear the lambs cry. I want to brush my face against the grass, and wade in a wave of bluebells. (Stella Benson)
The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air:
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care. (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë)
Art and bluebells
Well, I have only just looked into your last book, but it has not that smell of bluebells and thyme that I found in the others. (Alphonse Daudet)
I have a study of a garden, almost a metre wide]. Poppies and other red flowers in green in the foreground, then a patch of bluebells…I know very well that not a single flower was drawn, that they’re just little licks of colour, red, yellow, orange, green, blue, violet, but the impression of all those colours against one another is nonetheless there in the painting as it is in nature. (Vincent van Gogh)
Happiness and bluebells
Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird’s heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood, but while it lasted. (Kate Atkinson)
Time was when this river of sorrow
Had never a thought to be sad,
But meandered in joy through the meadows,
With bluebell and columbine clad. (Alfred Castner King)
Secrets and bluebells
The lofty pine, the lichened rock, the tiny bluebell, the seared crag—all whispered their secrets. (Zane Grey)
Hang-head Bluebell,
Bending like Moses’ sister over Moses,
Full of a secret that thou dar’st not tell! (George MacDonald)
Flowers and bluebells
And these bright flowers I love so well,
Verbena, rose and sweet bluebell… (Anne Brontë)
Some scarlet hibiscus, some bluebells, a couple of pale poppies with furry stalks and bitter perfume. (Henry De Vere Stacpoole)
Bloom and bluebells
The campanula, so called in Italian, blooms every day, each producing an abundance of new flowers, blue in color. (Olivier de Serres)
In the early part of the day we saw the columbine, the bluebell, and the yellow flowering pea in bloom. (William Clark)
Sky and bluebells
The bluebells in the deep dim woods Like fallen heavens lie… (Theodore Maynard)
The sky was a high, pale blue, like faded linen hung in the sun… Under the alders were bluebells, dark blue, blue flowers hanging their little heads from the beauty of their blossoms. (Eloisa James)
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