“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK .”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Conversations with Kurt Vonnegut

“Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.”
― Mike Norton, White Mountain

“It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.”
― Zamyatin, We

“she was completely whole
and yet never fully complete”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin, Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles

“You make a difference about your life it's a knock on the head of mind setting your life you see the stars they shine across the way you build a bridge you make it shine the only way to make a difference is to help the community!”
― Demi Lovato

“You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.”
― Elizabeth Scott, Bloom

“It's not about outward appearances but inward significance. A grandeur in the world, but not of the world, a grandeur that the world doesn't understand. That first glimpse of pure otherness, in whose presence you bloom out and out and out.

A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“The rose has told
In one simplicity
That never life
Relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow
An ancient confidence.”
― Nathalia Crane, Venus Invisible and Other Poems

“Every flower blooms at a different pace.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin

“I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.

The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.

But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .

What a soft thoughtful time.

In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Love yourself, even a little bit each day, and your life will bloom into infinite joy.”
― Amy Leigh Mercree

“There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.”
― John Crowley, Little, Big

“Despite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some
much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that
cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of
the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.”
― Alyson Noel, Shimmer

“Bloom as if you want to make the whole world beautiful.”
― Debasish Mridha

“In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.”
― The Paper Kites

“No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden.”
― Vera Nazarian, Dreams Of The Compass Rose

“Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle
Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Rewards of life lived with principles; bloom, when life is about to end or has departed already.”
― Aniruddha Sastikar

“He rambled.
Oh boy, did he ramble.
He rambled in a way that was nothing but
a bunch of bippidy blah blah to my ears.
Rambled in a way that made my head go
all dizzy and squeezy.”
― Alyson Noel , Dreamland

“Spring buds burst to bloom, and the river carries their song of life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The apple blossoms were just out, dancing like white froth in the April breezes.”
― Nancy McKenzie, Queen of Camelot

“All that was left unuttered, blossoms into a wealth of poetry, for grief now breaks into light, spreading over the fields at night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the light of your soul, you see the morning opening into the face of a rose. There you find the taste of heaven kissing the earth, and you love the unseen beyond the seen, who breaks the night and brings the dawn.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The gray grief melts, the fog slowly thins, for the roses to open, for the soul to smell what joy truly is. Till then, wait for the light to flow from the lips of dawn.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Season by season, life unfolds.
When winter brings the feast of snow,
Joy is slain by the winds that blow,
but spring arrives and the scent floats,
for petal by petal, the primrose opens.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You may tear the petals, but the scent still remains. You may close the story, but the ink still remains.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You may tear the petals, but the scent still remains. You may close the chapter, but the ink still remains. The unfinished melodies keep playing in the breeze.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“There was a time when, drowned I was, in the lore of love, but now I have turned into a lover myself, for drunken I am by the light of moon, the writing of God in the dark sky. For this is life, to wake up to light, when the flower of night blossoms in full.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee