#lowers

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. ↗

— Isaac Watts

#flies #flowers #me #still #worms

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#comes #dew #down #earth #flowers

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

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

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

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#reading #wallflowers #women #humor

A sign of power in a man is not only when people follow what he suggests, but also when people make a conscious effort to do the exact opposite of what he suggests. ↗

— Criss Jami

#conscious #control #controlled #effort #envy

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. ↗

— May Sarton

#dark #flowers #life #life

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#love #poetry #life

Downhill. Thoughts of suicide to stop it all now while I am still in control and aware of the world around me. But then I think of Charlie waiting at the window. His life is not mine to throw away. I've just burrowed it for a while, and now I'm being asked to return it. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #life