Sunflower Poetry Quotes Novels & Stories

Just like the sunflowers turn to the sun, my heart turns to you. Your smile lights up my life like the sun lights up these petals. In your presence, I bloom. These were just some of the first notes I found and read, but it got more interesting the further I went. I crave a taste of your lips. I want to feel your body pressed against me in a sweaty mess. I want to lose myself in you. I really hope he wrote and placed these himself because I dont want to imagine the poor flower shop lady having to write this. One could only hope it stopped there, but no. It would be too easy.

His voice increases as he repeats the chant over and over again. Believe in the spirit of the rose. Believe in the power that grows. Sown at dawn, harvested at dusk. Neither day nor night is there a chance. Only the Twilight provides a glance. In the single golden hour, bow down to the wildflower. This curse that has its hold, leaves the future untold.

I saw the sunflowers in the foundation's courtyard blooming magnificently, golden and bright, like a field of little suns. Just as I had once said: "As long as there is a sun, there is hope." The moment my body completely dissolved into stardust, that ethereal, commanding voice echoed through my soul one last time: "Wren, in this life, you protected your pack with loyalty and unparalleled courage." "In your next life, I grant you a life born to the sun, where you will be reunited with love."

There was only trimmed grass and some sports bikes parked. There should be sunflowers planted here. A memory resurfaced. I was running across the sunflower field. I loved the vibrant color of the sunflower and how it bloomed so beautifully. However, whenever I wanted to pluck them, a beautiful woman would stop me and carry me. She would say... "Flowers has feelings too. If you pluck them while not being careful, they will be hurt. If they are hurt, do you think they will grow? If I pluck you like this-"

The florist chimed in, "Ma'am, I think sunflowers suit you better." Iris smiled, curious. "Why is that?" "The language of sunflowers is to bravely face challenges, cut through thorns, and show a brilliant life," the florist explained. Iris was a lawyer, and having recently cut her hair short, she exuded a competent and neat impression, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Perhaps that was why she looked like she was in need of encouragement, and so, the florist recommended sunflowers. Stanley's hurtful words from the day before had indeed made her sad.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

After all, wouldn't a wilted rose prove it was once a beautiful bloom? As she stared at the rose, she suddenly recalled a quote: "Life is like a garden. It can produce the most beautiful blooms." Rebecca didn't understand why others couldn't appreciate this artificial flower that was still alive just because it looked withered.

I say, and they nod. The sun shines very bright in the sky and I smile, remembering Zoe's words. Find me in the flowers, the rain, the wind, the sunlight.

Pierro said as he stop beside m I blink my eyes couldn't stop the smile on my face Even if I am not into this kind of things, it's really amazing how those huge sunflowers glows under the light from the shining sun. The way they dance together with the blown of the wind makes them look cute and adorable "It looks amazing" I pause and take another this. "It looks amazing this close" I whispe I already saw this sunflower field on the balcony of the mansion. I was amaze even looking at it from afar, and now that it is just an inch away from me. I don't know how can I explain it but one thing is for sure. It looks beautiful, it looks amazing

She whispered, clearly annoyed, she stamped her feet on the ground in annoyance. "Hey miss, add sunflowers to the cart, sunflowers," The cashier whispered. Inquisitively, Monica moved closer to the woman "Why did you ask me to do that?" "Well, with what you have in the shopping cart I can tell you are up for decoration, am I wrong?" "No you are not but I don't think sunflowers will be the best option as we don't know if he is going to propose to me during the night or day, with what I know, sunflowers only becomes bright during the day, under the sun, is that not true?"