On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.
A fact may blossom into a truth.
Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun.
A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.
The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.
when man and women are able to respect and accept there differences the love has a chance to blossom
Drama is what I did before 'Blossom. '
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
If readers like The Thorn and the Blossom, which I would call literary fantasy, I think they would like books such as Elizabeth Hand's Mortal Love, Catherynne Valente's The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, and Kelly Link's Stranger Things Happen.
The Thorn and The Blossom can be read from either side - you can choose whether to read it from Brendan's or Evelyn's perspective first, and each one will give you a different sense of what happens in the story.
Jas in the Arab language is despair, And Min the darkest meaning of a lie. Thus cried the Jessamine among the flowers, How justly doth a lie Draw on its head despair! Among the fragrant spirits of the bowers The boldest and the strongest still was I. Although so fair, Therefore from Heaven A stronger perfume unto me was given Than any blossom of the summer hours.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Money is like a flower. If you squeeze it, you will crush the life out of it. You must let it blossom forth to reveal its full beauty.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
I'm sure there was some part of his soul was intrinsically happy, but he probably had to go through some permutations to really get that to blossom. I'm sure Dad had his challenges, but I think that joy was there from the beginning and he had to find a way to make his life support that and express that.
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air
No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language