Quotes About Floral

DISMOUNTED AGAIN BACK IN THE FLORAL ENTRY COURT, ISTA WAS just trying to decide whether she was annoyed or glad for Lady Cattilara's delicately worded suggestion that perhaps a lady of the royina's age would care for an afternoon nap

Don't you just love the idea of cooking flowers? I imagine them bursting into bloom, right in the pan.

In Massachusetts everything had a faint green aroma, a combination of cucumber, wisteria, dogwood, and peppermint.

Tulips were a tray of jewels.

Flowers and butterflies drift in color, illuminating spring.

All summer the smells of nettles and daisies and rainwater purl through the gardens.

It is still my dream to own a little flower shop.

I like vaporous clothing with flowers and colors.

I'm clueless when it comes to flowers.

Just Cavalli for Her is a flowery and sexy fragrance. I like its freshness and feminine scent.

Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.

There is so much jasmine and nightshade in the garden that we all wake with lyrical headaches.

A shower of sweet odors from a garden roof nibbled at his senses, but no floral perfume could roll back that fallen moon.

In the afternoon, when Grace was just about to ruin her dinner with a big bowl of popcorn while looking through various online floral arrangements on her laptop, there was a light tapping at her back door. She pulled the curtain to peek out through the window in the door and was shocked to see Iris. She opened the door. "Don't newlyweds lay around in bed for several days after the wedding?

The AlphabetOf flowers.

For these dances the boys send corsages, which I keep afterward and keep in my bureau drawer; squashed carnations and brown-edged rosebuds, wads of dead vegetation, like a collection of floral shrunken heads.

Here are the tulips, budded and full-blown, their swoops and dips, their gloss and poses, the satin of their darks.

Despite all that she did for me, Melanie had a distant smell. She smelled like a floral guest soap in a strange house I was visiting.

the pastel sea of trees and flowers.

Carel stood under the crimson and bone-white shower of the rambling roses, breathing deeply.

My personal style is a mixture of, like, girly, throwback, like retro '50s pin-ups, floral, like hippies, like anything feminine, and like flirty.

Sichuan [cuisine] is actually a wonderfully sadomasochistic interplay between pleasure and pain, between the scorching, searing bite of the dried red Sichuan pepper and the cooling, more floral relief, the tingling, numbing component of the tiny black Sichuan flower pepper.

a sort of botanical glory-hole

Flowers are happy things.