#bloom

What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few chilly days and a few weeks' rain; where the sun is never far away, and the flowers bloom all year long? ↗

— Anna Neagle

#bloom #chilly #country #days #far

The 'swapping' is interesting. This practice one had thought confined to certain earnest Americans in the smaller, more tedious cities, to those wives and husbands who had read sex manuals and radically wanted more of life even if it had to be, like pizza, brought in from around the corner--all of this was accomplished by Bloomsbury in the lightest, most spontaneous and good-natured manner. ↗

— Elizabeth Hardwick

#virginia-woof #writing #life

There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth. ↗

— John Crowley

#branch #grass #growth #love #mystery

There are only two emotions. Love and fear.... Love and fear is all there is == Everything else is just an offshoot motivated by those two. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#fear #inspirational #love #riley-bloom #inspirational

John Updike is always fun. And one of my former students, Tom Pynchon. And Harold Bloom, another former student. ↗

— M. H. Abrams

#another #bloom #former #fun #harold

Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues. ↗

— Phillips Brooks

#before #blooms #comes #full #hills

Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray. ↗

— Benjamin Disraeli

#away #bloom #cheek #god #gray

I think it's a good thing to have a lot of voices in the media, and I think, you know, let all flowers bloom. ↗

— Cokie Roberts

#bloom #flowers #good #good thing #i

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon. ↗

— Kevin Dalton

#death #moon #moonlight #october #death

No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bloom #blooming #church #deity #faith