#lower

I grew up in the Lower East Side of New York. ↗

— Liev Schreiber

#east side #grew #i #lower #new

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it. ↗

— Olive Schreiner

#always #color #flower #god #love

I certainly wasn't able to get it when I was a kid growing up on the Lower East Side; it was very hard at that time for me to balance what I really believed was the right way to live with the violence I saw all around me - I saw too much of it among the people I knew. ↗

— Martin Scorsese

#among #around #balance #believed #certainly

I mean I have a project that I have been wanting to make for quite a while now; and basically, it's a story of my parents growing up in the Lower East Side. ↗

— Martin Scorsese

#been #east #east side #growing #growing up

They tend to be pretty abstract ones then, like doing what will have the best consequences; obviously you wouldn't specify what consequences are best, they may be different in some circumstances, so at a lower, more specific level, you may well get differences. ↗

— Peter Singer

#be different #best #circumstances #consequences #differences

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#faded #flowers #friendship

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers. ↗

— Richard H. Stoddard

#desire #flowers #grow #human #like

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#few #flowers #joy #shine #sun

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her. The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#flowers #garden #gardening #mother #sacrifices

In a painful time of my life I went often to a wooded hillside where May apples grew by the hundreds, and I thought the sourness of their fruit had a symbolism for me. Instead, I was to find both love and happiness soon thereafter. So to me [the May apple] is the mandrake, the love symbol, of the old dealers in plant restoratives. ↗

— Hal Borland

#nature #plants #life