#flower

For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom. ↗

— Cao Yu

#expected #fallen #flowers #like #new

Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#friends #garden #inspirational #motivational #weeds

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died. ↗

— Katharine Hepburn

#flowers #life #death

There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and tuberoses exhaled their incense, wrapping her in a final sigh, so profound that it drowned the chorus of roses, and in this culminating gasp of blossom, Albine was dead. ↗

— Émile Zola

#flowers #love #death

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping. ↗

— Roman Payne

#flower #garden #love #moments #morning

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the first wallflowers scenting her lap, had little by little melted her heart. ↗

— Émile Zola

#love #paris #wallflowers #dreams

Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam ↗

— Stephanie Skeem

#faith #flowers #hope #inspirational #love

If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#flower #flowers #humor #sadness #wilt

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. ↗

— May Sarton

#dark #flowers #life #life

Downhill. Thoughts of suicide to stop it all now while I am still in control and aware of the world around me. But then I think of Charlie waiting at the window. His life is not mine to throw away. I've just burrowed it for a while, and now I'm being asked to return it. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #life