#we

Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#werewolf #observation

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#fly #higher #lower #you

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ↗

— Robert Frost

#rain #flowers

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#flowers

Most girls got flowers. I got a dirt pit used for demon raising. Nice. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#sophie #flowers

Yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. ↗

— James Joyce

#flowers

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#bradbury #summer #flowers

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