Petals – Quotes

My petal. Westminster’s toy

My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A. Gail Carriger

Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet’s _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she also wore a gold bangle on her right wrist and a necklace of tiny pearls. I imagined I would never see anything more exciting for as long as I lived, and today I … Read more

The apparition of these

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough. Ezra Pound

I saw the sunlight

I saw the sunlight in a leafy place, Bathing itself in liquid green and amber– Where every flower had tears hid in its petals, And every leaf was lovely with the rain. Ernest Rhys

I’d rather have roses

I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. Emma Goldman

For this freedom I

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night Emilie Autumn

She swallowed and looked

She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O’Connor’s voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? … Read more

The things that brought

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen. Elizabeth … Read more

No bought potpourri is

No bought potpourri is so pleasant as that made from ones own garden, for the petals of the flowers one has gathered at home hold the sunshine and memories of summer, and of past summers only the sunny days should be remembered. Eleanour Sinclair Rohde

This was what she

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there. Eileen Wilks