#flower

I want to make love like the most romantic thing ever, but I just don’t know how to go about learning how to fornicate like a flower. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#fornicate #humor #make-love #romantic #humor

The flowers like me back. ↗

— John H. Carroll

#flowers #humor #humor

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground. ↗

— David Gemmell

#enemy #flowers #death

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love

I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own. ↗

— John Bartlett

#ownership #thread #men

The new country lay open before me: there were no fences in those days, and I could choose my own way over the grass uplands, trusting the pony to get me home again. Sometimes I followed the sunflower-bordered roads. Fuchs told me that the sunflowers were introduced into that country by the Mormons; that at the time of the persecution when they left Missouri and struck out into the wilderness to find a place where they could worship God in their own way, the members of the first exploring party, crossing the plains to Utah, scattered sunflower seeds as they went. The next summer, when the long trains of wagons came through with all the women and children, they had a sunflower trail to follow. I believe that botanists do not confirm Jake's story but, insist that the sunflower was native to those plains. Nevertheless, that legend has stuck in my mind, and sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom. ↗

— Willa Cather

#mormons #sunflowers #freedom

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. ↗

— Francis Thompson

#love #nature-writing #summer #love

Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us. ↗

— Henrietta Dumont

#love

The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I put on my midnight-black blindfold. I’m just naturally romantic, I guess.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #romance #romantic #love

She would also be creating her own bridal bouquet. She wanted to feel the fragility and softness of each petal. And to make the single flowers stronger than they’d been separately. Just as she was stronger now, together with people who loved and accepted her. ↗

— Liz Grace Davis

#flowers #inspirational #marriage #inspirational