Sakura Quotes Novels & Stories

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 imagine they remind you of home." My phone won't stop buzzing. Nakamura finally glances my way with polite interest. "Indeed. Though Tokyo's sakura season ended weeks ago." "Of course." Heat creeps up my neck. "I meant the symbolism. New beginnings and all that." "Sophia has an art history degree from Columbia," Alexander interjects smoothly, his hand finding mine on the table. To anyone watching, it looks affectionate. I can feel the warning in his grip. "She has an excellent eye for beauty and meaning."

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

Chapter 20 - Confession 'Akira is like cherry blossoms on a spring day. She blooms beautifully and eye-catching, which captures my heart. A bright sun gives me warmth after a cold winter; she is like a breeze on the seaside that embraces me wherever I go. She touches me, kisses me, soothing my senses.' – those shallow words popped up in my head that I've never said.

Whole, sated, and comfortably situated, we do what we came here to do: not just eat, but look up and admire the many trees surmounted by pink flowers. I am proud and grateful for my nickname. How can I not be? The sakura is beautiful, it could have been worse, it could have been named after a "scruffy desert tree", but then the image of one, in particular, pops into my head. One whose shadow Travis and I shared during that mission and another under which we made a mutual promise. "Why are you smiling?" He asks, the tone in his voice hinting at his smile. "Any. Thinking of the last tree we sat under and how far we've come since then"

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

“Have you forgotten that I really like you?” Sakura burns a flattering shade of red. She turns to look at anything other than Misa and their linked hands. “If you think of me as such a good person, then why not go on a date with me, Sakura? Why not see what I have to offer before you make up your mind about me?”. Misa presses on. “When?”. Sakura mutters, low enough for Misa to hear. “What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that?”. Misa teases, refusing to play along.

There was nothing any of us could do. “Sakura, it’s me, Yua” Yua said, carefully approaching Sakura who was still crying and covering her face. “It’s Yua. Your best friend. It’s okay. You’ll be alright” “Alright?” Sakura said, her voice shaky. “My face is ugly! It’s ugly! it’s ugly! It’s ugly! Everything is over! Leave me alone! I want to die! I want to die!”

The loose robe could not conceal her slender figure and fair skin. Sakura was in awe at this moment, and she opened her small mouth slightly. She seemed to be stunned by Hector’s swordsmanship, and she had forgotten how to applaud. After putting down the long sword, Hector walked to the side and began to wash his hands. Then, he slowly wiped his hands with a towel. After everything was done, Hector said indifferently, “Sakura, have you people from the Island Nation heard of a saying, Gilding the lily?”

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."