Goldenrod Quotes & Sayings

We blame Walt Disney for goldenrod's undeserved bad name. Despite Sneezy's pronouncement, plants such as goldenrod with heavy, insect-carried pollen rarely cause allergic reaction. — Janet Macunovich

Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow I thank him for the Goldenrod. — Lucy Larcom

Kelsey breathed in deeply. "He asked me to stay."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Until ... until I want to leave, I guess. But he doesn't want me to go yet, and ... I'm thinking of
accepting the offer."
"Now he sounds like he's proposing marriag — Maisey Yates

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation. — Stephen King

I had the courage to look backward
The ghosts of my days — Guillaume Apollinaire

She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider.
Janie always hated Bashful.
Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever. — Lisa McMann

Five minutes later, the girls stood at the open kitchen door, blinking in the brilliant overcast light. The smell of lilacs, roses, sweet peas, and honeysuckle mixed with the scent of crisp late summer leaves. None of them had been in the gradens for nine months, and the bright saturated greens, reds, and violets overwhelmed them. It reminded Azalea of Mother, beautiful and bright, thick with scents and excitement. And the King-he was like the palace behind them, all straights and grays, stiff and symmetrical and orderly.
"It's really allowed?" said Flora, her eyes alight at the colors.
"Allowed allowed?" said Goldenrod.
"For the last time," said the King, pushing them gently out the kitchen door and onto the path. "It is Royal Business! Go On. Get some color in your cheeks. — Heather Dixon

The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown ...
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down. — Helen Hunt Jackson

Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing. — Sarvenaz Tash

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod. — Helen Hunt Jackson

If thou wilt receive profit, read with humility, simplicity and faith, and seek not at any time the fame of being learned. — Thomas A Kempis

September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is a golden month of mellow sunlight and still clear days ... Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod is full out. — Jean Hersey

Keeper," Bramble said in a syrupy voice, grinning. "Have you met anyone so blasted handsome?"
"Hush," said Azalea through her teeth. "He can probably hear you!"
"And so dashing," said Bramble, though her tone was a touch lower.
"And so perfect."
"I've never seen anyone with such ... fingers," said Goldenrod.
Everyone paused.
"Well, yes, his fingers, too," said Bramble. — Heather Dixon

There is no sin that God cannot pardon. All we need to do is ask for forgiveness — Pope Francis

The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century - or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet. — Laini Taylor

Say surrender. Say alabaster. Switchblade.

Honeysuckle. Goldenrod. Say autumn.
Say autumn despite the green
in your eyes. Beauty despite
daylight. Say you'd kill for it. Unbreakable dawn
mounting in your throat.
My thrashing beneath you
like a sparrow stunned
with falling. — Ocean Vuong

Love is the voice of God whispering to you from within yourself. — Iyanla Vanzant

If you want to be free, or you want to preserve freedom for people, you both need to have laws that make it so people have freedom of speech and all the freedoms that they need. You also need to have an open governance system where people can vote and people have representation. — Mark Zuckerberg

But the willows were willows and the goldenrod goldenrod and the dancers dead and lost. — Truman Capote