#flower

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes - how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#intelligence

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”) ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#flower #life #lilac #life

You can never forget the past unless you face up to it. ↗

— Fan Wu

#flowers #friendship #love #past #friendship

I’ll always pick you, the prettiest flower that I can find, even if it’s the hardest one to get. ↗

— pon and zi

#hard #love #love

All the barriers were gone. I had unwound the string she had given me, and found my way out of the labyrinth to where she was waiting. I loved her with more than my body. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #love

Just as the sun shines on all the trees and flowers as if each were the only one on earth, so does God care for all souls in a special manner. ↗

— St. Therese of Lisieux

#love

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#time

The earth laughs in flowers. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#laughter #laugh

Annabelle’s eyes stung as she stared at him, while need and inexhaustible tenderness gathered like an ache in her body. “I realized something,” she said huskily, “when I was standing outside the foundry, watching it burn and knowing you were inside.” She swallowed hard against the thickness in her throat. “I would rather have died in your arms, Simon, than face a lifetime without you. All those endless years… all those winters, summers… a hundred seasons of wanting you and never having you. Growing old, while you stayed eternally young in my memories.” She bit her lip and shook her head, while her eyes flooded. “I was wrong when I told you that I didn’t know where I belonged. I do. With you, Simon. Nothing matters except being with you. You’re stuck with me forever, and I’ll never listen when you tell me to go.” She managed a tremulous smile. “So you may as well stop complaining and resign yourself to it. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#hunt #simon #wallflower #winter

A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#flowers #nature #nature