#lowers

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference. Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#flowers #illness #poetry #symbolism #death

I will no longer let the fear of vicious comments or replies stop me from speaking what I believe to be right. I will also never give a message that everybody will agree with. I know that even my most faithful followers will never agree 100% with what I say. I also know that they know that and are fine with it. I am done letting the bullies win. They won’t anymore. Not here. ↗

— Dan Pearce

#blogs #bullies #bully #followers #negative

Flowers and fear are a lot alike. For one, flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two, I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#flowers #funny #grow #smell #funny

Too many kings can ruin an army ↗

— Homer

#followers #kings #leaders #leadership #leadership-vs-management

Why am I always looking at life through a window? ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #life

It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do....Now, with so much, it was daily a decision: what was necessary, what was frivolous...It was so much gray--so little black and white; for a year she'd spent more of her time questioning herself and how she lived in Truth than she had done altogether in her life. ↗

— Laura Kinsale

#life

And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles) ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#love #overprotective-brothers #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

Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the house. Old women beat their heads against the walls, moaning men prostrated themselves: it was the art of sorrow, and those who best mimicked grief were much admired. After the funeral everyone went away, satisfied that they'd done a good job. ↗

— Truman Capote

#funeral #grief #house #phonies #satisfaction