#flower

I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in laughter! My religion is to laugh at myself, whenever I can! I believe in the sunlight and in grey skies with big, beautiful clouds! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#believing-in-beauty #going-barefoot #happiness #inspirational-quotes #laughter

ഒരു പൂവ് പൊട്ടിയ മഷിക്കുപ്പിയില് ­‍ വച്ചാലും ചളുങ്ങിയ ഒരു പൌഡര്‍ ടിന്നില്‍ വച്ചാലും അതൊക്കെ പൂപ്പാത്രമായി മാറുന്നത് പോലെ ഉള്ളിലൊരു പൂവുണ്ടാകുകയാണ് ­ പ്രധാനം. അകപൊരുളിന്റെ സുഗന്ധമാണ് സൗന്ദര്യം ↗

— Fr.Boby Jose Kattikad

#flower #malayalam #beauty

Well, think about it for a minute. A guy tells you that he loves you and then turns around and buys you flowers…or worse, tells you that he loves you with flowers. Cut flowers die. They die in a few days after being cut…and this is what you guys choose to use as proof of your love? Something that dies in a few days? To me it seems like foreshadowing or something, like your basically saying that our love is beautiful but only for a limited time and then it will wither away to nothing like your flowers. ↗

— Jennifer Snyder

#love #beauty

Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#change #flooding #flower #fragile #frost

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #flowers #holden-caulfield #j-d-salinger #death

Mrs Darley, I noticed, always had her corn dolly amidst an arrangement of cornflowers and poppies (albeit they were artificial!). The corn, I was to later understand, represented the God, the red poppies his sacrificial blood and the blue cornflowers his death and this is something I still adhere to today. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #corn-doll #corn-dolls #corn-dolly #cornflower

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#romantic #strange-flower #beauty

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#nature #dreams

Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids from your hands, roses from your breasts. You can have magnolias in your hair...!' 'And in my heart?' 'In your womb I'll set a fly-trap! ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#j-g-ballard #sex #unlimited-dream-company #dreams

I've never thought much about whether I was happy or if I had fun as a child. I was a so-so girl who lived with a so-so family in a so-so village. I didn't know that there might be another way to live, and I didn't worry about it either. But I remember the day I began to notice and think about what was around me. I had just turned five and felt as though I had crossed a big threshold. I woke up before dawn with something like a tickle in my brain. That bit of irritation made me alert to everything I saw and experienced that day. ↗

— Lisa Lee

#family