Pollen Quotes:

Nature appears not to have intended that any flower should be fertilized by its own pollen.

- Christian Konrad Sprengel

topic: Flower, Should, Pollen

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.

- Gerald Durrell

topic: Islands, Magic, Pollen

Like pollen on a honeybee, flattery clings to the things you tell yourself.

- Willis Regier

topic: Flattery, Pollen

I don’t want to explain to somebody what pollen is. That is the secret and the beauty and the power and the potential of all this.

- Wolfgang Laib

topic: Secret, Want, Pollen

The Navajo have that wonderful image of what they call the pollen path. The Navajo say, 'Oh, beauty before me, beauty behind me, beauty to the right of me, beauty to the left of me, beauty above me, beauty below me, I'm on the pollen path.'

- Joseph Campbell

topic: Path, Wonderful, Pollen

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

- James Russell Lowell

source: 1849 'Nationality in Literature', in the North American Review, Jul.

topic: Book, Reading, Mind, Joy Of Reading, Book Reading

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

- Slash Coleman

topic: Heart, Love Is, Bees, Pollen

But look around at this world, how perfectly it's made. Flowers can't move, yet the insects come to them and spread their pollen. Trees can't move either, but birds and animals eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

- Nahoko Uehashi

source: Nahoko Uehashi (2014). “Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit”, p.120, Scholastic Inc.

topic: Flower, Moving, Animal, Pollen

Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.

- Gladys Taber

topic: Running, Wind, Voice, Pollen, Unexplained

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

- Anne Sexton

source: Anne Sexton, Diane Wood Middlebrook, Diana Hume George (2000). “Selected Poems of Anne Sexton”, p.211, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

topic: Religious, Morning, Heart, Morning Glory, Pollen

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.

- Alice Hoffman

source: Alice Hoffman (2001). “The River King”, p.14, Penguin Group

topic: Air, Yellow, September, Pollen

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

- Stephen Vincent Benet

source: STEPHEN VINCENT BENET (1928). “JOHN BROWN'S BODY”

topic: Blow, Sky, Sullen, Pollen, Sly

A poet sees a flower and can go on and on about how beautiful the colors are. But what the poet doesn't see is the xylem and the phloem and the pollen and the thousands of generations of breeding and the billions of years before that. All of that is only available to the scientists.

- George M. Church

source: "Can Neanderthals Be Brought Back from the Dead?". Interview with Philip Bethge, Johann Grolle, www.spiegel.de. January 18, 2013.

topic: Beautiful, Flower, Color, Pollen

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

- Pablo Neruda

topic: Water, Bird, Alphabet, Pollen

I am not afraid of beauty, unlike most artists today. The pollen, the milk, the beeswax, they have a beauty that is incredible, that is beyond the imagination, something which you cannot believe is a reality-and it is the most real. I could not make it myself, I could not create it myself, but I can participate in it. Trying to create it yourself is only a tragedy, participating in it is a big chance.

- Wolfgang Laib

topic: Real, Believe, Artist, Pollen

Sometimes I think of myself as a little bee. I go from one area of the studio to another and gather pollen and sort of stimulate everybody. I guess that’s the job I do.

- Walt Disney

source: Walt Disney, Kathy Merlock Jackson (2006). “Walt Disney: Conversations”, p.15, Univ. Press of Mississippi

topic: Motivational, Jobs, Work, Little Bee, Pollen

Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .

- Hilda Doolittle

topic: Cities, Venice, Gold, Pollen

Nature is full of by-ends. A moth feeds on a petal, in a moment the pollen caught on its breast will be wedding this blossom to another in the next county.

- George Iles

topic: Nature, Next, Moments, Pollen, Moths

The pollen count, now that's a difficult job. Especially if you've got hay fever.

- Milton Jones

topic: Funny, Jobs, Humor, Pollen, Hay Fever

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

- Laini Taylor

source: Laini Taylor (2011). “Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.79, Hachette UK

topic: Stars, Apples, Swans, Pollen, Nectar

We want to be God in all the ways that are not the ways of God, in what we hope is indestructible or unmoving. But God is the most fragile, a bare smear of pollen, that scatter of yellow dust from the tree that tumbled over in the storm of my grief and planted itself again. God is the death agony of the frog that cannot find water in the time of the drought we created. God is the scream of the rabbit caught in the fires we set. God is the One whose eyes never close and who hears everything.

- Deena Metzger

topic: Grief, Eye, Yellow, Pollen, Fragile

In your morning prayer each new day, ask Heavenly Father to guide you to recognize an opportunity to serve one of His precious children.

- M. Russell Ballard

source: FaceBook post by M Russell Ballard from Aug 07, 2014

topic: Morning, Prayer, Children, Faith And Love, Morning Prayer

Plants with leaves no more efficient than today's solar cells could out-compete real plants, crowding the biosphere with an inedible foliage. Tough omnivorous bacteria could out-compete real bacteria: They could spread like blowing pollen, replicate swiftly, and reduce the biosphere to dust in a matter of days. Dangerous replicators could easily be too tough, small, and rapidly spreading to stop - at least if we make no preparation. We have trouble enough controlling viruses and fruit flies.

- K. Eric Drexler

source: K. Eric Drexler (1986). “Engines of creation”, Anchor Books

topic: Real, Dust, Cells, Solar Cells, Pollen

Love is the impulse which directs the world, And all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of his passions whirled; The bee that takes the pollen to the flower; The earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast To fervent kisses of the amorous sun;-- Each but obeys creative Love's behest, Which everywhere instinctively is done.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

source: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.553, Delphi Classics

topic: Love, Uplifting, Flower, Pollen, Maelstrom

To me songwriting is more like redemption. I can extract the poison or the pollen, the essence from a situation and the rest becomes a husk that blows away.

- Beth Orton

source: Interview with Hector de la Manzana, believermag.com. March 1, 2003.

topic: Blow, Essence, Poison, Pollen

We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree. "Which one?" I'm staring up at all the differents. "Can't help you there, I'm afraid." In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.

- Emma Donoghue

topic: Grandma, Names, Tree, Pollen

I travel as much as I do. It isn't the life I expected. I don't know what dust of pollen will come back with me from these travels.But I must trust that I will not treat frivolously the glimpses I've been given into other places and others' lives.

- Jane Hirshfield

topic: Dust, Glimpse, Given, Pollen

News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they are) when they are buzzing in search of their particular nectar.

- George Eliot

topic: Ideas, Bees, News, Pollen, Nectar

Everything was blamed on Castro. Mudslides in California. The fact that you can't buy a decent tomato anymore. Was there an exceptionally high pollen count in Massapequa, Long Island, one day? It was Castro, exporting sneezes.

- Calvin Trillin

topic: Islands, California, Long, Exporting, Pollen

Somehow, some way, every person in the arts has to find an accommodation with disappointment and embarrassment. They are the pollen in the air we breathe. If you must go into the arts, go into them for yourself alone. On some basic level you must enjoy the act of doing it ... Otherwise, you are going to end up frustrated and unhappy. Recognition in the arts is luck and gravy.

- Joan Rivers

topic: Art, Disappointment, Air, Pollen

I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her dark head and her wet nose touching the face of every one with its petals of silk with its fragrance rising into the air where the bees, their bodies heavy with pollen hovered - and easily she adored every blossom not in the serious careful way that we choose this blossom or that blossom the way we praise or don't praise - the way we love or don't love - but the way we long to be - that happy in the heaven of earth - that wild, that loving.

- Mary Oliver

topic: Dog, Flower, Dark, Pollen

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act. We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.” -In the yellow time of pollen

- Luke Davies

source: Luke Davies, “Totem (I)”

topic: Yellow, Snow, Water, Pollen

I avoid the carwash when I think it might rain anytime in the near future, which means I drive around the majority of the time in a pollen and bird poop covered car. This presents a stand off between Neat Freakshow and Practical Pennypincher, and Neat Freak usually triumphs. And then it rains.

- Kristin Armstrong

topic: Rain, Mean, Thinking, Pollen

We have domesticated crops over a very long period of time, like tens of thousands of years. And crops get - seeds get carried. Sometimes, if they're very small seeds, they get scattered off trucks. Pollen travels.

- Nina Fedoroff

source: "Can Science Be Used As A Diplomatic Tool?". "Science Friday" with Ira Flatow, www.npr.org. February 18, 2011.

topic: Years, Long, Sometimes, Pollen, Long Periods Of Time

I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got what it takes to fight or if you’ve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you there’s steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasn’t. I was all petals and pollen. Good for attracting the procreators who could ensure the survival of our species, but not a survivor myself. I was Barbie after all.

- Karen Marie Moning

topic: Moving, Fighting, Survival, Pollen, Magnolias

He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.

- Maggie Stiefvater

topic: Heart, Sweat, Smell, Pollen, Sticky

We blame Walt Disney for goldenrod's undeserved bad name. Despite Sneezy's pronouncement, plants such as goldenrod with heavy, insect-carried pollen rarely cause allergic reaction.

- Janet Macunovich

topic: Names, Causes, Blame, Pollen, Allergic Reactions

The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.

- Ray Bradbury

topic: Feet, Wrinkles, Dust, Pollen, Cold Wind