#flower

Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#nature

The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book. That way I could participate and still read. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#reading #wallflower #nature

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

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

I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine. They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it. The woman who picked up the other end of the phone was named Michelle. And I told Michelle that I was a kid and did not need an exercise machine, but I hoped she was having a good night. That's when Michelle hung up on me. And I didn't mind a bit. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower #advertising

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#flowering #suicide #trees #gay

Roses may say “I love you,” but the cactus says “Fuck off.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#flowers #fuck-off #love #roses #love

Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free. ↗

— Youka Nitta

#fate #lotus-flower #love #love