Make it like a sunflower.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Sunflowers are like people to me.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets.

The sunflower is a favorite emblem of constancy

I remember my first role as a sunflower at nine.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

True friends are like bright sunflowers that never fade away, even over distance and time

Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour.

For lunch, it's usually a salad with sunflower seeds, cucumbers, celery, and a lot of vegetables.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

I want to be like a sunflower; so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.

The morning glories and the sunflowers turn naturally toward the light, but we have to be taught, it seems.

I am painting with the same enthusiasm as a Marseillaise eats bouillabaisse ... I am painting big sunflowers.

I looked at but was not allowed to touch Ai Weiwei's 'Sunflower Seeds' at the Tate. The film of making them was really moving.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

Growing up in Texas, I am a sunflower seeds and Dr. Pepper guy. If I have that, I'm pretty much good to go on any road trip, anywhere.

I thought maybe I could become like the next Van Gogh. I bought a sunflower and painted it, and it looked like the work of a 6-year-old.

Bibliotropic," Hugh said. "Like sunflowers are heliotropic, they naturally turn towards the sun. We naturally turn towards the bookshop.

My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

If I were a flower.. I would be a sunflower. To always follow the sun, Turn my back to darkness, Stand proud, tall and straight even with my head full of seeds.

For Diwali, reds, oranges and another color is a vibrant yellow which I always love - sunflower yellow is attractive no matter which season you are wearing it in.

I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.

I think it's something to do with the nurturing side of the psyche; tying up a sunflower or whatever and helping it grow, it is just some kind of core human experience.

I've been doing this since I was a kid. I'm always going to play the game with a smile on my face, blowing bubbles, sunflower seeds, whatever it is. That's just who I am.

I can't feel bad about being who I am, just like the girl next to me can't feel bad about being who she is. Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.

Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, and life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.

I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness. Because just like a rose is beautiful, so is a sunflower, so is a peony. I mean, all flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like women too.

Jesus was not this wimpy little guy who walked around munching sunflower seeds and saying nice things to people. The real Jesus of the Bible said, 'Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's.' That is: Obey the government.

The thing I miss about Russia the most is what is called 'black bread.' It's rye bread, and everyone eats it. I slice mine up and put sunflower oil and salt on it... the best thing ever. It was like a little treat for me when I was a kid.

As a rule I start the day with a delicious health cocktail which includes soya protein powder, porridge oats, water, vitamin C, sunflower seeds and honey, plus Dr Udo's Ultimate Oil Blend for all the essential fatty acids your body needs.

I kick off my metabolism with a glass of O.J. and a pretty big smoothie. I put in chia seeds, flax seeds, raw organic honey, fresh spinach, hemp seeds, avocado, matcha, spirulina, raw almond butter, almond milk, berries, sunflower seeds, and pumpkin seeds.

Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or a pineapple, running from its bottom up its sides to the top, and you will find an extraordinary truth: recurring numbers, ratios and proportions.

I'm thinking waiters and waitresses are going to be bracing for more customers coming in going, not just kind of where is that beef from, but, like, where is that vanilla from and what's up with that sunflower oil? Is it organic or not and how many pesticides?

Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths...and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

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