#flo

Mrs. Tulliver had lived thirteen years with her husband, yet she retained in all the freshness of her early married life a facility of saying things which drove him in the opposite direction to the one she desired. Some minds are wonderful for keeping their bloom in this way, as a patriarchal gold-fish apparently retains to the last its youthful illusion that it can swim in a straight line beyond the encircling glass. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

Love is like a flower-you've got to let it grow. ↗

— John Lennon

#love

You can never forget the past unless you face up to it. ↗

— Fan Wu

#flowers #friendship #love #past #friendship

I've fallen out of favour And I've fallen from grace Fallen out of trees And I've fallen on my face Fallen out of taxis Out of windows too Fell in your opinion When I fell in love with you ↗

— Florence Welch

#love

I’ll always pick you, the prettiest flower that I can find, even if it’s the hardest one to get. ↗

— pon and zi

#hard #love #love

I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown. I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfall ↗

— Florence Welch

#heavy-in-your-arms #love

And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles) ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#love #overprotective-brothers #love

All the barriers were gone. I had unwound the string she had given me, and found my way out of the labyrinth to where she was waiting. I loved her with more than my body. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #love

Just as the sun shines on all the trees and flowers as if each were the only one on earth, so does God care for all souls in a special manner. ↗

— St. Therese of Lisieux

#love

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine