#flo

What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#flowers #life #love #death

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ↗

— Colette

#curiosity #flowers #friendly #friends #grief

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#time

The earth laughs in flowers. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#laughter #laugh

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#sad

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#being

Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#evie #heart #jenner #sebastian #vincent

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed