#blossom

My mission is to give girls the tools to be able to blossom into their best selves. ↗

— Elizabeth Berkley

#best #blossom #give #into #mission

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence. ↗

— Theodore Dreiser

#believe #blossom #compelling #existence #fragrant

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit. ↗

— Thomas Malory

#bring #come #every #forth #fruit

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

It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls. ↗

— Katharine Lee Bates

#chains #hour #souls #thy #time

Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig. I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen. ↗

— Epictetus

#any #bear #blossom #bunch #created

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms. ↗

— Mark Twain

#blossoms #faculty #lord #lost #out

Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land. ↗

— Mao Zedong

#blossom #contend #culture #flourishing #flowers

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation. ↗

— Jesse Jackson

#body #flower #his #liberated #nation

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man