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Dahlias are one of the most elegant and beautiful flowers. But they’re more than just that. In many cultures, they hold spiritual values. Read these inspirational Dahlia flower quotes and see how they have captivated poets and writers.

“She set the bouquet of dahlias- a most harmonious flower, the vivid petals springing from its center like a work of art- at the base of the headstone, the pink and white blooms cheery against the day’s overcast dreariness. Dahlias were long bloomers (Nellie had even seen them survive an early frost) and signified an unbreakable commitment between two people. While Nellie found the flower too gay for such a profound meaning, Elsie had insisted that was why dahlias were so enchanting. “Just as powerful as they are pretty. Like you, my sweet girl.”
― Karma Brown, Recipe for a Perfect Wife

“Dahlias are the symbol of beauty, wealth and prosperity. Like attracts like. Dahlia attracts prosperity.”
― Amit Ray, Peace Bliss Beauty and Truth: Living with Positivity

“People came from far and wide to see the Italian Gardens and buy a honeycomb or damson jam in the farm shop. The wool from the sheep and the cheese from the goats drew buyers in a queue the day they were ready for purchase. In June, the pick-your-own strawberry fields were filled with children carrying baskets of berries, their lips stained red with sweet juice. In August, the dahlia fields were so flush with color that the cloudy days seemed brighter, and in autumn the apple and pear orchards were woven through with ladders and littered with overflowing bushels.”
― Ellen Herrick, The Forbidden Garden

“There truly aren’t enough words to describe the exquisiteness of dahlias. They’re simply stunning with their grand size—I have dinner plates smaller! And those rich colors—they’re absolutely drenched in beauty. It’s little wonder that they represent dignity and elegance.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane

He walked out into a different city, one that was perfumed by the last dahlias of June, and onto a street out of his youth, where the shadowy widows from five o’clock Mass were filing by. — Gabriel García Márquez

Nothing, it seemed, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness which creeping in at keyholes and crevices, stole round window blinds, came into bedrooms, swallowed up here a jug and basin, there a bowl of red and yellow dahlias, there the sharp edges and firm bulk of a chest of drawers. — Virginia Woolf

Nope. I like flowers as much as the next woman, but I can’t tell a dahlia from a daisy. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

The largest dahlia in her mother’s collection was called the Dauntless, a bright red flower shaped like a pom-pom and the size of a dinner plate.
— Leslye Walton

Our interests were different, of course – tatting and dahlias have nothing in common, unless perhaps they are both interests of rather lonely people.
— Graham Greene

The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim. — Edith Wharton

The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl. — T.S. Eliot

She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said. — Alice Hoffman

I looked at the garden, and watched white butterflies dance across dahlias and freesias and geraniums. There was a choir of color, singing for my attention, and it felt as though I were hearing it for the first time. — Joanna Cannon

The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl. — T.S. Eliot

She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said. — Alice Hoffman

“The dahlias reminded me of your hair,” he said pensively. “That deep copper color. Only a little darker.” — Laura Kinsale

The roses, dahlias, white Shasta daisies, black-eyed Susans, and marigolds would bloom from late spring to early fall. Leota could see it. She knew exactly. — Francine Rivers

In August, the dahlia fields were so flush with color that the cloudy days seemed brighter, and in autumn the apple and pear orchards were woven through with ladders and littered with overflowing bushels. — Ellen Herrick

If poems had souls they would look like pink dahlias. — Beryl Dov

Take a look at this photo essay of Cologne Botanical Garden in summer. Have I convinced you to visit the Köln Zoo Flora yet? Oh, have I mentioned the dahlias?

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P.S – This blog post is part of the series called the Cologne Diaries, which highlights a new theme, emotion, and beauty of an expat life in Cologne. For more exotic fun, check out my Cairo Chronicles in the Expat Life category.

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