Top 17 Quotes About Lonely Flowers
#1. At some point Zania nods off, still bent over, and her head ends up on Kope's thigh. Hahahaha, the bloke is frozen as stone, trying not to be affected.
Wendy Higgins
#2. And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.
Tove Jansson
#4. All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
Wislawa Szymborska
#5. It's a lonely thing carrying the body of someone dead and loved. Like a vase you know will never again hold flowers. I
Pierce Brown
#6. No matter what business you're in, you can't run in place or someone will pass you by. It doesn't matter how many games you've won.
Jim Valvano
#7. To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year
in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life
there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
#8. In being meaning, you naturally find meaning in everything.
John De Ruiter
#9. After the presentations, we had to fill out these questionnaires. The first question was, 'Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?'
I know EXACTLY where I will be in fifteen years: in my pool, at my mansion, counting my money. But there weren't any check boxes for THAT option.
Jeff Kinney
#11. The wife Estelle's stone sinks to the right. The dead here seem really dead, and bone lonely, unlike the graves in Italian cemeteries, bedecked with fresh flowers, red votive lights, and photos of the deceased.
Frances Mayes
#12. Life is complicated. It's a form of joy to have no other choice.
M O Walsh
#13. There is a growing body of evidence that radiation in excess of what the government says are the minimum amounts we should be exposed to are actually good for you and reduce cases of cancer.
Ann Coulter
#14. concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live
L.J. Buchanan
#15. But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people's heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people's dream that died in bloody snow.
Black Elk
#16. Some flowers need to be alone, for some time, even if it's lonely. They need to find themselves, to stand in their own light.
Anne Linn Kaland
#17. Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
Tove Jansson
