#flo

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair. ↗

— Sonya Hartnett

#briny-water #channel #despair #exception #flooded

I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#darkness #hardwood-floors #light #love #sadness

I live in Florida, and when people ask how close to the beach I am, I say, “Twelve minutes or twelve hours. Depends on which beach you want to go to. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#florida #humor #humor

But Erin let it slide. The child was only four years old; she had a whole lifetime to learn about sadness. Today was for Dalmatians, ice cream and new dolls. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#humor #mystery-novels #humor

Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love. ↗

— Thomas M. Disch

#flowers #humor #love #humor

‎... but my dad said it was no excuse. "But I love him!" I had never seen my sister cry that much. "No, you don't." "I hate you!" "No, you don't." My dad can be very calm sometimes. "He's my whole world." "Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me." That was my mom. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#parents #perks-of-being-a-wallflower #love

I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#love #spinelli #stargirl #love

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. ↗

— Lurlene McDaniel

#julie #luke #true-love #love

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you. ↗

— Lurlene McDaniel

#love #luke #love

Glenn used to say the reason you can’t really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I’ll be dead,' you’ve said the word 'I,' and so you’re still alive inside the sentence. And that’s how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul—it was a consequence of grammar. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#the-year-of-the-flood #imagination