#lowers

There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower," he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up. ↗

— Charmian Hussey

#flowers #nature #plants #pleasure #nature

What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#flowers #life #love #death

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ↗

— Colette

#curiosity #flowers #friendly #friends #grief

The earth laughs in flowers. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#laughter #laugh

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ↗

— Robert Frost

#rain #flowers

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#flowers

Most girls got flowers. I got a dirt pit used for demon raising. Nice. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#sophie #flowers

Yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. ↗

— James Joyce

#flowers