Snowdrops Flowers Quotes & Sayings

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible. — Ahmet Zappa

He would like to burrow under the earth like a bulb, like a root, to where it is still warm. To hibernate with his thoughts and feelings. To remain silent with a shrivelling mouth. He wishes that all the statements, insults, promises he has uttered would become invalid, forgotten by everyone and he himself forgotten too.
But no sooner is he secured in the silence, no sooner does he fancy that he has wrapped himself up like a chrysalis, than he is no longer right. A wet, cold wind blows his absence of expectations around the corner, over a flower-stall filled with evergreens and flowers for the dead. And suddenly he is holding in his hands the snowdrops that he didn't want to buy
he who wanted to go empty-handed! The bells of the snowdrops begin to ring wildly and soundlessly, and he goes to where his ruin awaits him. Filled with expectation as never before, with the expectation and the desire for salvation accumulated through all the years. — Ingeborg Bachmann

When we watch a play under the standard circumstances, we've lost volition and time is passing. A still play feels like an existential threat. — Richard Greenberg

In the forest, in the forest, silence had cast a spell over all things. She plucked a great bouquet of daffodils and snowdrops, and tenderly held them to her, and tenderly kissed their fresh spring faces. She did not sing at all, but sat silent, expectant, and wondering, till her flowers faded and withered in her hands. — Katherine Mansfield

And so, it's not a thing of how many carries, but were you effective when you did carry. — Franco Harris

I sincerely hope your Christmas ... may abound in the gaieties which the season generally brings ... — Jane Austen

MARIE. Yes! I can sew. I could make clothes out of the curtains. IAN. We don't have curtains. MARIE. Then I could make curtains out of the clothes. — Tom Basden

Heh heh heh heh heh. — Richard Roberts

In the department of--but it is better not to mention the department. There is nothing more irritable than departments, regiments, courts of justice, and, in a word, every branch of public service. — Nikolai Gogol

She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering.
"Pardon?"
"Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope for a new beginning." She took a sniff of the delicate blossoms and then shyly glanced over at him. "Perhaps you were meant to be here today. To find your hope. — Elizabeth Boyle

There's stars, superstars, and then there's Bobby Orr. — Serge Savard

And yet when you get right down to it, we're all the same - rich, poor, old, young, fat, skinny, white, brown, or purple - pick your costume, none of it really matters too much. What does matter is whether or not we take offense when we think we've been wronged, regardless of who we think we are or what costume we're wearing. — Ted Dekker

The Divinity could be invoked as well in the English language as in the French. — Wilfrid Laurier

But big people's illnesses are always made to sound big. The simple shutting and opening of the royal arse-hole was made to sound as if the world was coming to an end. — Khushwant Singh

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words ... — Yasunari Kawabata

Without territory, it does not even have the resources to provide detention facilities for prisoners, even if it were interested in holding captured POWs. — John Yoo

The deeper I went into the valley, the greater the rewards. First, it was a clump of birches, the bottoms wrapped in thick fog, the uppermost branches clear now, nesting birds waking with bright-eyed songs. Next, I passed under the pines, browned needles underfoot, and was transported to the quiet moments of rapture under such branches throughout my life. The last, and worth all other gifts combined, was that moment when the valley inhaled, taking with it the fog. In its place, so close to where I was standing, there they were, the year's first flowers, the pure white snowdrops springing from the dark-green foliage under the elms. It was as if the clouds were swept in an instant from the sky leaving only the quiet delicacy of the stars. — Megan Rich

The bed of flowers
Loosens amain,
The beauteous snowdrops
Droop o'er the plain.
The crocus opens
Its glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,
Others, like blood.
With saucy gesture
Primroses flare,
And roguish violets,
Hidden with care;
And whatsoever
There stirs and strives,
The Spring's contented,
If works and thrives. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork. — Gabrielle Zevin