Flower Quotes - Page 33

• Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.

  Shirley Jackson

  Running, Delight, Wonder

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• Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.

  Jeanette Winterson

  Love You, Home, Heart

  Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.179, HMH

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• Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?

  David Nicholls

  Water, Why Not, Bunch

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• 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

  Lying, Gay, Blow

  Sara Teasdale (1917). “Love Songs”

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• Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Dream, Sweet, Home

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The Poems of Henry Van Dyke”

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• The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

  Antonio Machado

  Garden, Wind, Yellow

  Antonio Machado, “The Wind, One BrILLIant Day”

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• Nick spoke for the first time. "Can I go to the nurse's office too?" Ms. Popplewell looked at him It obviously took her only one look to decide. "No." "I'm traumatized too," Nick claimed, his voice completely flat. "He's a delicate flower," Alan said under his breath.

  Sarah Rees Brennan

  Voice, Office, Nurse

  Sarah Rees Brennan (2012). “The Demon's Surrender”, p.28, Simon and Schuster

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• He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower.

  Laurell K. Hamilton

  Bumps, Arms, Impatient

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• What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.

  Jennifer Estep

  Writing, Animal, Quinn

  Jennifer Estep (2012). “Mythos Academy Bundle: First Frost, Touch of Frost, Kiss of Frost & Dark Frost”, p.207, Kensington Publishing Corp.

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• You two have to promise to be careful!" Sinead handed Amy a small plastic bag. "I made you a going-away present–a high-powered miniature smoke bomb. Could come in handy against the Vespers. It works with knockout gas, so I tossed in a couple of breathing filters." "That's the Cahill equivalent of a Hallmark moment," Dan observed. "A smoke bomb. When you care enough to send the very best–explosives." "I'm not a flowers-and-candy kind of girl," Sinead informed him.

  Gordon Korman

  Girl, Couple, Breathing

  Gordon Korman, Scholastic Multi-Platform, (2011). “The 39 Clues: Cahills vs. Vespers Book 1: The Medusa Plot”, p.48, Scholastic Inc.

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• As artist Nature splashes color across the vast canvas of the sky with the radiance and splendor of sunrise and sunset. She arches rainbows against the passing storm, creates flowers and foliage, sets autumn woods on fire with the beauty of turning leaves and touches mountaintops with snow crystals.

  Wilferd Peterson

  Sunset, Autumn, Artist

  WILFERD A. PETERSON (1968). “ART OF LIVING”

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• [...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of water and sunlight, but a flower just the same.

  Meg Cabot

  Water, Needs, Being There

  Meg Cabot (2009). “Love You to Death”, p.150, Pan Macmillan

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• Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

  Oscar Wilde

  Stars, Moon, Night

  Oscar Wilde (1997). “Collected Works of Oscar Wilde: The Plays, the Poems, the Stories and the Essays Including De Profundis”, p.205, Wordsworth Editions

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• Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

  Arthur Golden

  One Day, Grows, Withered

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• There is something inspiring and sublime about the little forget-me-not flower. I hope it will be a symbol of the little things that make your lives joyful and sweet.

  Dieter F. Uchtdorf

  Sweet, Sublime, Littles

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• You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

  D. H. Lawrence

  Love You, Fawns, Said

  D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.707, Delphi Classics

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• But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.

  Elizabeth Gaskell

  Sweet, Tree, Herbs

  Elizabeth Gaskell (2010). “The Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell (20+ Books)”, p.1668, BookCaps Study Guides

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• Flowers are fragile and ephemeral...Even if you meant to protect them with a surrounding fence from wind and rain, they would die without sunlight...and a spindly fence has no power against a strong wind. - Haibara Ai

  Gosho Aoyama

  Strong, Rain, Wind

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• I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. “You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking. “I say, why does that flower have an ear?” “It’s not an ear.” Hyacinth looked down. “And it’s not a flower.” “Wasn’t it a flower yesterday?” “I have a very creative mind,” Hyacinth ground out, giving the blasted flower another ear. “That,” Violet said, “has never been in any doubt.” Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. “It’s a tabby cat,” she announced. “I just need to give it a tail.

  Julia Quinn

  Mother, Cat, Yesterday

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• ...there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by what humble means He chose to succor them; through the spirit of a child, a poor gypsy or an old man, by a song perhaps, or even it might be by the fall of a leaf or the scent of a flower. For His infinite and humble patience nothing was too small to advance His purpose of salvation and eternity was not too long for its accomplishment.

  Elizabeth Goudge

  Song, Children, Fall

  Elizabeth Goudge (1958). “The White Witch”

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• You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.

  Italo Calvino

  Eye, Winter, Light

  Italo Calvino (2013). “Invisible Cities”, p.21, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• Some of the memories were not clear - -dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin.

  Stephenie Meyer

  Baby, Memories, Eye

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• What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden. And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing exept his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now.

  Mark Haddon

  Garden, Skeletons, Years

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• I felt like that character in Flowers for Algernon. Not Charlie, the lady teacher from the college who realizes, 'I've got to stop dry-humping this mentally challenged guy!

  Tina Fey

  Teacher, Character, College

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• And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

  John Keats

  Art, Bed, Moss

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.172

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