#flower

Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#added #arithmetic #awed #crystals #even

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour. ↗

— William Blake

#flower #grain #grain of sand #hand #heaven

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#expression #fine #flower #garden #letters

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#counterfeit #even #fall #false #flowers

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers. ↗

— Robert Green Ingersoll

#bee #flowers #honey #hope #makes

A woman should be like a single flower, not a whole bouquet. ↗

— Anna Held

#flower #like #should #single #whole

Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes. ↗

— Clare Ansberry

#friendship #gardens #togetherness #faith

It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily. ↗

— Alexander Henry

#beautiful #call #flower #fragrant #however

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#love #poetry #life

Downhill. Thoughts of suicide to stop it all now while I am still in control and aware of the world around me. But then I think of Charlie waiting at the window. His life is not mine to throw away. I've just burrowed it for a while, and now I'm being asked to return it. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #life