#flower

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

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#sad

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#being

Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#evie #heart #jenner #sebastian #vincent

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

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed

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