#weed

Tell me you’ve seen the world. Now, you’ve come back home Tell me you’ve carried me with you, That you’ve held me close. Tell me you’ve missed me Or that I’m not crazy for waiting cause Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I’m in love with the one that got away ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #will #love

I loved you too much to lose you twice. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naïve and irrational, and somehow, right again. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

Don’t count him out, Julia. He hasn’t given up on you. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days. ↗

— Laura Miller

#dreams #love #dreams

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#been #difficult #education #eradicate #firm

Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil. ↗

— Edmund Burke

#grows #slavery #soil #weed

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#brings #child #home #hour #like

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed. ↗

— William Cowper

#honey #lead #truth #weed #whom