#flowers

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#flowers #life-and-death #seasons #death

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference. Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#flowers #illness #poetry #symbolism #death

You want these back, don't you? You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you. It's your body and your brain-and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it. I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?... ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me-a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death-or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

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

Pick the weeds and keep the flowers. ↗

— Kelly Clarkson

#friends #friendships #inspirational #reflection #relationships

The sky is full of dreams, but you don't know how to fly. ↗

— The Killers

#band #beautiful #brandon-flowers #day-and-age #dreams

I have made bouquets of pleats, bouquets of flowers, bouquets of ruffles, bouquets of feathers. Often I design in mousseline, held tightly around the waist, and with something else going on all around. ↗

— Giambattista Valli

#bouquets #design #else #feathers #flowers

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes - how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#intelligence

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine