#flowers

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious. ↗

— Pamela Todd

#ephemerality #flowers #precious #spring #faith

Flowers and fear are a lot alike. For one, flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two, I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#flowers #funny #grow #smell #funny

It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do....Now, with so much, it was daily a decision: what was necessary, what was frivolous...It was so much gray--so little black and white; for a year she'd spent more of her time questioning herself and how she lived in Truth than she had done altogether in her life. ↗

— Laura Kinsale

#life

All the barriers were gone. I had unwound the string she had given me, and found my way out of the labyrinth to where she was waiting. I loved her with more than my body. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #love

Just as the sun shines on all the trees and flowers as if each were the only one on earth, so does God care for all souls in a special manner. ↗

— St. Therese of Lisieux

#love

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

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#nature

This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do it again, harder and longer, until they surrender. It saves us hours of witty repartee. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#christmas

A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#flowers #nature #nature

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers. ↗

— Max Beckmann

#along #avoid #covered #crosses #fields

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#ever #flowers #forgot #god #into