#flower

The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still alive and holds up the trees, drunk on solar gold. It is the sorrowful climax of a summer's drought. Never before was I so struck by the cancerous emaciation in a garden. The leaves started turning yellow in July and began falling, like a dance of prematurely withered bodies. ↗

— Emil Dorian

#garden #nature #nature

Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her. ("When I was a girl," she had once told a friend, "I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough...") ↗

— Truman Capote

#nature #trees #nature

You are one corrupt, perfectly white flower, yearning for its own reflection, in the calm waters ↗

— Die

#corrupt #desires #flower #manga #reflection

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! ↗

— Edward Abbey

#among #black #bricks #flowers #free

As in the rankest soil the most beautiful flowers are grown, so in the dark soil of poverty the choicest flowers of humanity have developed and bloomed. ↗

— James Allen

#choicest #dark #developed #flowers #grown

There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. ↗

— Louis Aragon

#error #flowers #match #reason #senses

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms. ↗

— Pedro Calderon de la Barca

#cold #dawn #evening #flowers #frivolity

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. ↗

— Matsuo Basho

#moon #nothing #see #think #you

Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves. ↗

— Marlene Dietrich

#brazil #enthusiastic #flowers #latins #tenderly

But Hazael only said, "I brought you a present." Liraz took the flower, looked at it, and then a Hazael, expressionless. And then she ate it. She chewed the flower and swallowed it. "Hmm," said Hazael. "Not the usual response." "Oh, do you give flowers often?" "Yes," he said. He probably did. Hazael had a way of enjoying life in spite of the many restrictions they lived under, being soldiers, and worse, being Misbegotten. "I hope it wasn't poisonous," he said lightly. Liraz just shrugged. "There are worse ways to die. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#death #flower #hazael #humor #laini-taylor