Names Meaning Flower Novels & Stories

It's beautiful, mommy. “It is," she giggled, tapping on my nose lightly. “Just like you.” I laughed. “No! It's more like you, mommy!” “It is not truly a lily, but the flowers are no less resembling a calla lily. I read about them while researching the plants when I was in school.” Her sweet voice smoothed my mind when it rang in my head. “Spathe flower and cobra plant are its names, which they go by.” A slow but sure slight curve of my lips told me. I was smiling at the distant memory embellished by my mother.

As for why it was called Sunflower Garden, it was purely Summer's personal preference. To her, a sunflower symbolized vitality, sunshine, happiness, and freedom. Summer hoped that the future residents of Sunflower Garden could always be happy, hence the choice of name. Some employees in the company initially did not like the name, thinking it sounded a bit ordinary. Compared to "Sunflower Garden", names like "Starry Garden", "Moon River Garden", or "Bloomingdale Garden" would sound nicer. Unfortunately, Sunflower Garden just sounded a bit odd.

I'd be delighted to Marisa grinned and hugged her new friend. "How about 20 questions?" Marisa inquired, and her new friend nodded. "Okay, are you named after someone in particular? I really like your name ". Marisa asked with eagerness rushing through her. Fleurie means flowery ray in French, and my mother claimed she called me that because she immediately thought of flowers when she saw me. She used to refer to me as Flow. Fleurie wrote in her notebook, and her eyes watered as she remembered her mother's loving touch.

A piece of paper popped up in the middle, and Via pulled it away. Sean’s neat and elegant handwriting once again filled the letter-shaped greeting card. ‘One of the florists said to me, Dahlia is a flower with a beautiful meaning; Commitment, Endurance and Dignity. A symbol used for weddings. Not only that, a woman who likes Dahlia shows that she is a strong and elegant woman. It was only after I looked at it again that I realized that you are the representative of the Dahlia Flower itself, and for now I am giving you Dahlia not only because you like it, but also to show that I am not messing with my words.’

She applied it on her lips, making sure it coated everything. When he was out of her room, she heaved a sigh of relief and peered at her flower. It was beautiful and had yellow circles on it. "Hi, I will name you... Naya," Erin said, rubbing the yeriner. It leaned to her touch as if asking for more. A yeriner was a flower that yearned for human touch and grew healthier when spoken to. Death could be its fate if neglected. It was a core attention seeker and the perfect flower for her.

“ . . . Shall you? Oh my.” “Yes. I wish to give my daughter a rather conflicting name, you see, and I felt that being called after a poisonous flower would do just that. First I thought of Elephant Ear, but you can imagine how that would be when she hits twelve or so—” “Yes, yes, I see your point,” the nurse would whisper ever so faintly. “And there are so many other names to choose from, really. Gardenia and Foxglove. False Hellebore is just right out, you see, but Baneberry . . . ”

The flowers are all dressed in beautiful colors and seductive fragrances to hope for the love of the Sun. Among those thousands of brilliant flowers, there is a flower named Sunflower. Sunflowers also carry in their hearts a burning love for the Sun. Hoa decided to dye her yellow, as well as always reaching up to the sun despite the honeyed words of bees and butterflies, the whisper of the wind, and the gentleness of the clouds...

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

"A little... My mother loved flowers." Upon hearing Eugene's answer, Don Datero broke off a flower from a pot in front of him and held it out to Eugene. The small blossom boasted intense red and yellow colors. "Gaillardia. Also called Indian blanket flower. Do you happen to know its meaning?" The flower Don Datero offered was one of those Eugene's mother had planted and nurtured in pots. He knew the meaning as well. "Unity. And cooperation." When Eugene answered quietly, Don Datero extended the flower as if to hand it to Eugene. Instead of hastily accepting it, Eugene stared at the small, intensely colored flower.

Eliza reminds her gently. “Fine. I’ll wait for Uncle Perseus, then. But before he returns from his trip, I can at least help with names you shouldn’t use. First—Rose, Lily, any flower name. It shows little effort. You can’t tell me you saw a flower and decided that should be a person’s name.” “I have to agree with her on that one,” Eliza whispers to me.