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He was a scoundrel, and he deserved whatever happened to him. But for just one shining, magical night Lily would pretend he was a prince.
Now, Lily said, her burning voice bitter. Now you give me a choice. The ministar flared to life in her palm again. Thus do I choose, you son of a bitch. Knight of Winter, burn and die.
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
white sand. Lily white. Lily. After a good while she realized
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
Some believe lily of the valley brings a return of happiness.
Mary is the lily in God's garden.
A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
Twas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light
Shone over hill and dale
When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed
Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle.
Heart as pure as forest lily
Never knowing guile,
Had its home within the bosom
Of sweet Lily Lyle.
A desert lily need not turn jealous eyes toward the common violet.
Where did Gabriel get a lily,
In the month of March,
When the green
Is hardly seen
On the early larch?
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.
You're my quiet, Lilly.
It's a good thing you don't bring Lily in to the bar. If they see what a beautiful baby you made, we'll have to double our napkin orders."
He propped his elbows on the bar so his face was very close to hers.
"I can't make magic like Lily with any woman but you.
I have to be worthy of you, Lily, not the other way around.
The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
I have a daughter who reminds me of A marigold in bloom. Kle
He blamed Lily, because who else was there?
Lily drew him in with those eyes, her voice, the outer toughness she showed the world, the inner vulnerability she did her best to hide.
That's Lily all over, you know: she works like a slave preparing the ground and sowing her seed; but the day she ought to be reaping the harvest she over-sleeps herself or goes off on a picnic.
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and rejoices in the rain-drops with a quicker sympathy than the packed shrubs in the sandy desert.
White lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse.
You know ... my flower ... I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world ...
If you die, Lily ... I'll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.
Mom: A doctor, Lily? AND your own business? I want to be you when I grow up.
The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.
Lily white's petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be.
Every drop of blood in Lily's veins invited her to happiness.
I'm gonna kiss you, Lily Parker. Because you're the sweetest and most beautiful girl I've ever met, and if I don't I might die. But once I do, you're gonna belong to me.
Our relationship died the same day Lily did; we just let our love stay on life support a little longer, but I'm pulling the plug.
She could warm up the air, and then gently blow it out, just like a lily. She smelled of a syrup made of boiled-down despair.
the beautiful roses,
She hadn't meant to do it. Falling this crashingly in love with Spencer didn't take Lily by accident. It took her by storm.
No one knew.
Then Lily's mum knew, of course.
Then Lily knew.
And then everyone knew. Everyone. Which changed the whole world in a single day.
And he was never going to forgive her for that.
The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks.
So, over the course of the last year, I've seen Lola blossom from a delicate flower into a durable weed!
I love you, Lily of the Night. I love you so much. I'm going to love you forever,
Forever.
In the darkness, or in the light.
Remember I'm an Empath before you lie to me. - Lily Hunt
Lily closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs as she made the scariest fall of her life, plunging to her certain death while clinging to her rescuer who really didn't rescue her at all.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
You have to know by now,' I whispered. 'I trust you more than anyone.' - Lily, Seers of Light
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
My best friend is Lily Aldridge. Her daughter's my godchild.
I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
It was like a cure, being with Lilian. It made one feel like a piece of wax being cradled in a soft, warm palm.
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?"
"Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
I tried to talk about it to Lily, to make her see that for once, I'd earned a feeling. [p. 174]
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own - What are you when the rose is blown?
The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets, is not a native of our soil; we know it well, however, by cultivation in our gardens and green houses; besides, we are disposed to remember it for the sake of those who have sung its praises in immortal verse.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.
She is my flower and she blooms for the one who loves her best.
Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.
There is no evolving, only unfolding. The lily is in the bit of dust which is its beginning, lily and nothing but lily: and the lily in blossom is a ne plus ultra: there is no evolving beyond.
Sure, he wanted her in a bad way, but he also had this insane urge to help her, to give her back everything she'd lost. He couldn't explain it, but Lily mattered to him. In just two weeks, she'd gone from a fuck bet to someone he cared about.
-she loved Lily Cate like her own, and for this night, this moment, she would be her mother, even though there was no guarantee of tomorrow.
My flower is ephemeral, thought little prince. And she only has four thorns for protection! And I've left her all alone! That
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician
Desire, hot and thick, consumed him. Lily. He wanted to hold her, to simply savor her scent of roses.
She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.
The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower - suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.
We can never be like lillies in the garden unless we have spent time as bulbs in the dark, totally ignored.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.
Emma fussed with the cinnamon-rose starts she had planted all over the backyard. She was as tender with the roses as if they were her children, and every hour or two she watered them.
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
It's up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
To me she looked like a lily, an innocence floating in the pond!
There were nearly as many frogs in the shallows, where lily pads floated. Some water lily flowers were white and some were yellow and some were the palest pink. Dragonflies darted above the water, their iridescent wings catching the glint of the sunlight.
-Lily - he whispered. - Lily of the Night. How do I say goodbye to you now?
-With happiness, - I whispered, - because we'll see each other soon. And when we do you'll kiss me again.
Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
She's a beautiful flower put in a pot and hidden in a closet. You can't keep her a little girl forever.
Once there was a girl named Riley, the story began. Her heart was a secret garden, its stone walls cracked and weathered. And it was hungry. p160
I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter -
She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.
The calla lilies are in bloom again.
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside
A message from a flower: "Do not pick me. I want to live".
She is the only rose that doesn't smell of plastic
I became known as Lily Casey, the mustang-breaking, poker-playing, horse-race-winning schoolmarm of Coconino County, and it wasn't half bad to be in place where no one had a problem with a woman having a moniker like that.
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower:
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
Had it lived long, is would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Between the atheism and the lesbian thing, Lily was a terrible Catholic. Even before she'd added murder to her list of sins.
Most of all, I am thankful for Lily, who, since she entered my life, has taught me everything I know about patience and kindness and meeting adversity with quiet dignity and grace. No one makes me laugh harder, or want to hug them tighter. You have truly lived up to the promise of man's best friend.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
blooms in second chances.
Her cheeks were bright with a soft vermilion of the pomegranate mingling with the whiteness of the lily.
My grandmother, a dim, stern figure, named her children Lily and Violet, which I guess from seeing a picture of my mother's paved, ugly backyard, was the nearest she came to a garden.
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily
do not rob the little violet of it's scent nor the daisy of its simple charm.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.