#poppy

A darkened theater. Final whispers. Black. The projector streams through. The picture surrounds. I fall away. You reach me. ↗

— Jolene Stockman

#journal #poppy #inspirational

And Poppy, remember that someday you will meet a frog who will turn into a handsome prince." "Good," Beatrix said. "Because all she's met so far are princes who turn into frogs." "Mr. Bayning is not a frog," Poppy protested. "You're right," Beatrix said. "That was very unfair to frogs, who are lovely creatures. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#courtship #hathaways #humor #poppy #humor

I'll have to admit, he really does have quite a smile.Kind of heart-stopping, especially as it comes out of nowhere. I mean... you know. If your heart was in the kind of place to be stopped. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#sam #sam

One day my 3-year-old daughter said 'Your very handsome, Poppy.' That was the best compliment ever. ↗

— Patrick Dempsey

#compliment #daughter #day #ever #handsome

Actually, if I could deliberately sit down and write a pop hit, all my songs would be pop hits! Let's put it this way. I play what I like to hear. And sometimes I like to hear something poppy, and sometimes I don't. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#could #deliberately #down #hear #his way

That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe. ↗

— John Berger

#beautiful #believe #course #crystal #deeply

The earth is rocky and full of roots; it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#black #bulbs #clay #cover #death

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess. ↗

— Walter Savage Landor

#calms #consequences #excess #fatal #heats

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters ↗

— Jack London

#jack-london #martin-eden #poppy-eater #dreams

He puts up with a lot from me, and he never gets irritated." "Yeah, cause you can be so darn irritating..." He lowered his face and kissed my eyebrow tenderly, "with those irritating cinnamon-brown eyes..." His kisses moved down to my nose. "And that irritating, tiny nose..." He paused, his mouth a mere breath away from mine, and he kissed me softly. "And those irritating, luscious lips..." The green of his eyes darkened as he gazed down at my mouth. "God, those lips..." he sighed, and his warm breath drifted lightly across my mouth as his arms tightened around me more. He kissed me long and hard. ↗

— Tess Oliver

#poppy #home