#lowe

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground. ↗

— David Gemmell

#enemy #flowers #death

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love

Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all: Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal, Satan, O pity my long wretchedness! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#the-flowers-of-evil #the-litanies-of-satan #love

Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn't move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger his seductions along the rims of her body. He listened attentively as the beating of her heart increased tri-fold, the quickening pulse thump beneath his horny fingertips. (From my young adult fiction called BITE) ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#blood #halloween #kiss #love #romance

Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#ghosts #halloween #kill #killing #kisses

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love

Gabby, I told you I'd give you space, but I never said I wouldn't fill your space with flowers. Brad ↗

— Beth Michele

#flowers #love-love #love

I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#happiness #inspirational-quotes #roses #inspirational

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#blessings #flowers #goodness #hope #inspirational

Hornblower worked as hard to conceal his human weaknesses as some men worked to conceal ignoble birth. ↗

— C.S. Forester

#horatio-hornblower #hornblower #lieutenant-hornblower #men