Like a necktie or
Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much Galen Beckett
Bouquets
He lay back for
He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food . . . of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns. . . . He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods . . . endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavour with flavour from sunset to dawn … Read more
You send me all
You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out of vases. I didn’t know roses came in so many colors. You say they’re the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. … Read more
I would far rather
I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought! Elizabeth Gaskell
A man in love
A man in love will jump to pick up a glove or a bouquet for a silly girl of sixteen, whilst at home he will permit his aged mother to carry pails of water and armfuls of wood, or his wife to lug a twenty-pound baby, hour after hour, without ever offe Elizabeth Cady Stanton
… the most fiendish
… the most fiendish plant I know of, the sort of thing Beelzebub might pluck to make a bouquet for his mother-in-law … it looks as if it had been made out of a sow’s ear for the spathe, and the tail of a rat that died of Elephantiasis for the spadix. The whole thing … Read more
Sometimes I envy painters,
Sometimes I envy painters, it is wonderful to remain in front of a bouquet of flowers a whole morning, or even longer. A photographer is like a cloud, pushed all around, always dependent on the exterior world. That’s what I sometimes feel as a pain and an error. Edouard Boubat
Always keep that happy
Always keep that happy attitude. Pretend that you are holding a beautiful fragrant bouquet. Earl Nightingale
A bouquet of clumsy
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just … Read more
Wouldn\’t it be well
Wouldn’t it be well to give some of your bouquets before a man dies, and not go and load down his coffin? He can’t enjoy them then. Dwight L. Moody