Flower Withering Quotes & Sayings

We must regard Sarah Palin as the Carmella Soprano of the GOP
an enabling wife of organized crime, who sees, hears and speaks no evil of the boys in her old-boy network for whom she does this ideological lap dance. — Cintra Wilson

Grief is Newark. It's there. Can't avoid it. The idea is to hold your nose, hope the traffic's not too bad and get on to Manhattan as quickly as possible. — Eli Attie

It's a lonesome walk to the sidelines, especially when thousands of people are cheering your replacement. — Fran Tarkenton

So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom today the Spring no more concerns.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The ordinary you, the you that has to go to work every morning, the you that has to run a household, pay bills, do all of those things
that you is somehow changed into an exciting, artistic, fully alive you. That's what Paris does. — Alexander McCall Smith

I worked very hard on me and David's record and I'm extremely proud of the record, as most people are who were involved with it. And, it's been wonderfully received by people who like our kind of music, they think it's something special, and so do I. — Graham Nash

Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined.
But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black. — Claudia Gray

My boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality
just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust. — Alberto Moravia

The more flowery a person's speech ... the more suspect the feelings, or lack of feelings, it concealed. — Gustave Flaubert

The present moment is the only thing of which anyone can be deprived, at least if this is the only thing he has and he cannot lose what he has not got. — Marcus Aurelius