Squills Flower Quotes & Sayings

One of the principal objects of theoretical research in my department of knowledge is to find the point of view from which the subject appears in its greatest simplicity. — J. Willard Gibbs

Guys see the same girl as his Best-friend, girl-friend and wife, but sadly girls need three different person for each role. — Arpit Agrawal

How many million Aprils came
before I ever knew
how white a cherry bough could be,
a bed of squills, how blue
And many a dancing April
when life is done with me,
will lift the blue flame of the flower
and the white flame of the tree
Oh burn me with your beauty then,
oh hurt me tree and flower,
lest in the end death try to take
even this glistening hour ... — Sara Teasdale

When you are like the tree, there is oneness with the Earth, Sun and Moon, but still steadfast in your purpose. — Michelle Cruz-Rosado

We should celebrate immigrants and everything they do for our country. — Boris Johnson

Language is what books do very well and movement is what movies does very well. — Chuck Palahniuk

She's got to be a ghost. First of all, she's just too beautiful. Her features are gorgeous, but it's not only that. She's so perfect I know she can't be real. She's like a person who stepped right out of a dream. The purity of her beauty gives me a feeling close to sadness - a very natural feeling, though one that only something extraordinary could produce. — Haruki Murakami

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation. — Edward Young

Blue Squills
How many million Aprils came
Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
A bed of squills, how blue!
And many a dancing April
When life is done with me,
Will lift the blue flame of the flower
And the white flame of the tree.
Oh burn me with your beauty, then,
Oh hurt me, tree and flower,
Lest in the end death try to take
Even this glistening hour.
O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees,
O sunlit white and blue,
Wound me, that I, through endless sleep,
May bear the scar of you. — Sara Teasdale

indeed, bad news has a way of slithering into good days and making a mockery of complacent joys. — Imbolo Mbue