He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of her [...] Let us open the window and see if your painting can entice the butterflies.
Sarah HallMots clés flowers purple painting butterflies substance entice contained
There are no flowers in the Moon; that’s why the Moon is a boring place!
Mehmet Murat ildanMots clés flowers
Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her. ("When I was a girl," she had once told a friend, "I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough...")
Truman CapoteMots clés nature flowers trees
There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower," he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up.
Charmian HusseyMots clés nature pleasure flowers plants cheerful
Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids from your hands, roses from your breasts. You can have magnolias in your hair...!'
'And in my heart?'
'In your womb I'll set a fly-trap!
Mots clés sex flowers j-g-ballard unlimited-dream-company
Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking out the window, looking for the cat again, though I didn't tell myself so, and observing how our bougainvillea had all but covered the high walls that enclosed us and kept us safe from the rest of the world. The wisteria was also fierce in its growth, even reaching out from the brick walls to the railing of the rear balcony and finding its way up to the roof.
I could never quite take for granted the lush flowers of New Orleans.
Indeed, they filled me with happiness whenever I stopped to really look at them and surrender to their fragrance, as though I still had the right to do so, as though I still were part of nature, as though I were still a mortal man.
Mots clés world fragrance flowers new-orleans mortal vampire cat walls louis david-talbot bougainvillea rue-royale wisteria
But flowers feed our soul in a different way. They remind us of a God who creates beautiful things and takes notice of the tiniest detail
Tricia GoyerAn enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
David GemmellThrough the Mud
(from the book Blue Bridge)
A line of robots,
We approach a wall of mud,
Some of us carrying flowers.
The others laugh
Bit when we enter that wall
It is the flowers
That will make us an ark
To carry us on through the darkness,
Sailing through
With our symbols the only light
Until we fly
Out over the fields
On the other side of midnight
And all our wires
And bits of metal fall off.-
And our souls are bright again,
So new and light
They shoot up –
Up to plant our brilliant flowers
Like stars
In the face of heaven.
Mots clés plant heaven stars darkness light flowers robots fly mud ark blue-bridge
I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.
Neil GaimanMots clés children youth flowers cowardice wanting monster innocence-lost
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