#violet

What are you doing a study on right now?" "A study on the statistical probablity of love at first sight. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#charlotte #hadley #monty #oliver #violet

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#violets #love

Dad pressed against my mind. Please, Allison. Let me, just this once, hold my son. I shouldn't. Nothing good ever came from letting my father have his way. But I could feel his love for this baby. And even if he couldn't love me, I knew that at this moment, before the baby could grow up and become a disappointment to him, he truly loved him. I slowly stepped away from the front of my mind, letting him fill that space, letting him feel through my hands, see through my eyes. "He's amazing," Dad said through me. "You're amazing." He looked up at Violet, and she smiled. ↗

— Devon Monk

#daniel-beckstrom #devon-monk #magic-on-the-hunt #violet #love

Love indulged the masochist. ↗

— Jaime Reed

#paranormal-romance #quotes #the-cambion-chronicles #young-adult #love

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets? ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-of-green-gables #violets #l-m-montgomery

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. ↗

— Robert Burns

#bathe #morn #our #violets #wet

Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets. ↗

— Edna Ferber

#big #mean #necessarily #than #violets

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory. ↗

— Bern Williams

#looking #may #pass #roses #victory

What happened?" he asked brusquely, interrupting me. "What do you mean, what happened?" "I sensed your fear, heard you call out my name." "I...no, I didn't." Stone Wall, I told myself. Great Wall of China, around my thoughts. "The Great Wall of China isn't going to do it, Violet. Come on, tell me what happened. ↗

— Kristi Cook

#funny #haven #humour #violet #winterhaven

Eccolo!” he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end. “Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. “Courage and love.” She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth. Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone. George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her… ↗

— E.M. Forster

#first-kiss #flowers #italy #kiss #romance