Browsing Topic Best Cherry Blossom Quotes

Outside it’s a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we’re dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.

If there were no cherry blossoms in this world How much more tranquil our hearts would be in spring.

Ah, if in this world there were no such thing as cherry blossoms, perhaps then in springtime our hearts would be at peace.

the Japanese school year begins in spring … so mothers can send off their children as cherry blossoms fall from the branches.

The significance of the cherry blossom tree in Japanese culture goes back hundreds of years. In their country, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It’s a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but that it is also tragically short.

The cherry blossom tree is truly a sight to behold, especially when it is in full riotous bloom. There are several varieties of the cherry blossom tree, and while most of them produce flowering branches full of small pinkish-hued flowers, some of them produce actual cherries.

However far I gaze Neither cherry blossoms nor Crimson leaves are in sight. Only a fisherman’s hut on the shore In the autumnal evening.

Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.

Look at the cherry blossoms!Their color and scent fall with them,Are gone forever,Yet mindlessThe spring comes again.

For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.

Break openA cherry treeAnd there are no flowers;But the spring breezeBrings forth myriad blossoms.

The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger.

If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

On a moonlit night, after a snowfall, or under cherry blossoms, it adds to our pleasure if, while chatting at our ease, we bring forth the wine cups.

We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness – and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there’s no problem

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

It may just be because I get homesick, but I have concluded Washington’s cherry blossoms are just plain overrated.

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.