#lower

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#caesar #flowers #hyacinth #mortality #rose

For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom. ↗

— Cao Yu

#expected #fallen #flowers #like #new

Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#friends #garden #inspirational #motivational #weeds

I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#charles-baudelaire #the-flowers-of-evil #beauty

Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall find you. When all is lost and winter comes, I shall be your spring time. And memory fades and wilts then, I shall always find you.... I shall always find you.... ↗

— Laurel A. Rockefeller

#elendir #find #flower #grief #hope

But because thing change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower #change

While Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace. "Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#humor #lords-of-the-underworld #romance #death

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#flower #shrivel #staring #death

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died. ↗

— Katharine Hepburn

#flowers #life #death

This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#in-a-burying-ground #life #soul #death