#owe

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#time #flowers

Percy!” he bellowed. He dropped his broom and ran at me. If you’ve never been charged by an enthusiastic Cyclops wearing a flowered apron and rubber cleaning gloves, I’m telling you, it’ll wake you up quick. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#tyson #flowers

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#flowers #poetry #flowers

I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me... ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#flowers

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#sun #flowers

Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . . ↗

— Betty Smith

#reading #flowers

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... ↗

— Susan Polis Schutz

#flowers #happiness #happy #joy #summer

It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. " First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, THEN the ravenous demon hordes. In that order." "He might have sent her candy and flowers," Isabelle said. "We don't know." "Isabelle," said Hodge patiently, "this is the man who rained down destruction on Idris the like of which it had never seen,who set shadowhunter against Downworlder and made the streets of the Glass City run with blood." "That's sort of hot," Isabella argued, " that evil thing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#hodge #isabella #jace #flowers

Consider the black widow spider. It's a timid little beastie, useful and, for my taste, the prettiest of the arachnids, with its shiny, patent-leather finish and its red hourglass trademark. But the poor thing has the fatal misfortune of possessing enormously too much power for its size. So everybody kills it on sight. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#poor

Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism. ↗

— Mercedes Lackey

#civilization