#weeds

Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds. ↗

— Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

#character #cultivated #happiness #like #moment

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her. The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#flowers #garden #gardening #mother #sacrifices

Religious dogma creates a perfect fertilizer for the weeds of hypocrisy. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#fertilizer #hypocracy #hypocrite #religion #weeds

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind. ↗

— Laura Miller

#butterfly-weeds #love #love

Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

See, I’m in love with the person you can never outrun. I’m in love with you. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

I’ll love you until the last petal falls, Jules. ↗

— Laura Miller

#first-love #forever #love #love

How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of you? Do you ever wish she were still by your side? And what would you do? If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you? Would you drop it all and run to her? Would you tell her you love her too? Or would you simply send her home? And tell her you’ve moved on? Tell me, Buddy, what would you do? ↗

— Laura Miller

#laura-miller #will #love