#lower

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#flowers #beauty

A flower blossoms for its own joy. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#flowers #happiness #joy #beauty

Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that ↗

— Koushun Takami

#flowers #beauty

It is time that we provide clarity for our seniors, informing them of the services available that will lower the costs of their prescription drugs and strengthen the overall integrity of the Medicare entitlement. ↗

— Olympia Snowe

#clarity #costs #entitlement #informing #integrity

Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don’t pluck them! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#change #flooding #flower #fragile #frost

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#butterflies #butterfly #death #flower #flowers

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#flowers #death

You want these back, don't you? You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you. It's your body and your brain-and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it. I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?... ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids from your hands, roses from your breasts. You can have magnolias in your hair...!' 'And in my heart?' 'In your womb I'll set a fly-trap! ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#j-g-ballard #sex #unlimited-dream-company #dreams