Sakura Cherry Blossom Quotes Novels & Stories

hanging suspended, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked from the tree of knowledge. The cherry tree's white blooms seem to glow with an ethereal light, as if infused with the essence of the season. Stephen's gaze lingers on the blossoms, their delicate beauty a poignant reminder of life's transience. "This year, I sit here, surrounded by the same beauty," he muses, his thoughts wandering to the passage of time. "Will I be here next year, to witness the cherry tree's splendor once more? Or will I be nothing more than a memory, a name etched on one of these stones, lost to the ages?"

I got it for her and she put it in her hand. "Sakuras have a very interesting meaning, don't you think?" She said. "Yeah, they represent the beauty of life." I said. "The beauty of life, however short, is still worth living." She said those words with a serious tone. She blew on her palm and the flower flew away from her hand. I held her hand in mine and looked into her eyes.

I could imagine what it must have been like to watch as it grew, a reminder of what it signified. “Cherry blossoms symbolize new beginnings. Dad had always said that he wanted a permanent reminder of the new beginning between them. Their love was always something beautiful to witness. They were each other’s best friend and confidants. They walked through life side by side, sharing everything with their soulmate. Alpha left Dad’s body at the edge of our pack. He said that it showed how Dad was worse than trash.” Octavia shook her head and scoffed. “Luckily, I was able to sneak back out there and give him a warrior’s send-off.”

Robert's heart was burning with anxiety, and he felt like he was riding a tiger and was caught between a rock and a hard place. He withdrew his fingers, frowned, picked up his mobile phone, and strode out. In April, cherry blossoms were flying in the air, and the afternoon sun was even warmer. It was so warm that it made people feel lazy like cats and a little sleepy in spring. Yu Cangcang sat outside the coffee shop, enjoying the sunlight with her eyes closed. There was also the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms in the air. A faint smile could be seen on her face. Upon closer inspection, that smile contained faint sorrow and bitterness.

--- ### Sakura Ridge One of the largest cherry blossom trees stood atop a small hill—a tree that had stood for years, its thick trunk towering above the land. The spot was perfect—from there, one could see the most breathtaking view. Underneath that tree, a lone figure stood. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, James stared into the distant sky. No one knew what he was thinking. Maybe he was reminiscing about his childhood. Maybe he was mourning the family he never knew. He had stood there for a long time. His fingers twitched slightly. For a brief moment, it felt like the cherry blossoms were in full bloom again.

Ming bowed and was about to walk away, just then, she heard a masculine voice, “Did you lose someone who was also like this cherry blossom?” Ming turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a hat and glasses. He stood beside her and looked up at the tree. Ming hummed in response, “Hmm… when I was about to end my life, she came as a new beginning, like this cherry blossom. That day was the first day of spring and as well as of my new life…” “Hmm… some people are indeed like that. So today is her birthday or funeral? And why pink roses under cherry blossom tree?” that man asked.

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

“And he listens. Don’t let that go unnoticed.” Her eyes met mine—hopeful, a little scared. “You think…?” “I think,” I said, gently, “sometimes people need a little nudge. But don’t rush it. Let it be slow, real. That’s what makes it last.” Zoe nodded slowly, a quiet blush rising in her cheeks. That evening, I walked home alone. The spring air had begun to soften. The sky blushed a slow pink behind glass towers. Somewhere, music played from a balcony above a bakery. The world was layered with little signs of life returning—mine included.

~ Helena ~ I finally finished all the work at 6.10 p.m. Stacy had already finished her work too. So, we were about to go home together and used the bus as our transportation. I took my bouquet. My smile bloomed since Ethan was thoughtful and caring to send the flower. My smile was wider as my mind recalled he sent the rose since the color reminded him of my lips. I touched my lips with my pointer finger and smiled. “It is said not to advise those who fall in love. The quote is true.”

I am starting to beat myself up when she takes my head in her hands, and she kisses my lips before pulling away with a smile. “What’s my favorite flower?” “Sakurasou, you gave me one in Japan when we visited that flower shop, though I still don’t know why?” “It symbolizes long-lasting love. It was my way of saying, I love you after you told me you love me.” I choke up when I hear the reason. If this were our wedding day, I swear I would cry because that is the only time I’ll allow happy tears. I close my eyes, pushing back the swell of emotion, and lean in to kiss her lips before pulling away.