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Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
And if you don't like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would really choose a daisy, in a field of roses?
Mom and Dad came home two hours later. We knew the second they opened the door and Daisy wasn't with them that Daisy was gone.
Aunt May, my sweet Aunt May, who taught me how to knit, who bought me a piece of candy every time we went to the store, jabbed a cocktail fork at my eye.
Peaches. Talk to me.
The magazine said to blend. Daisy blended for all she was worth, trying to spread that dark stuff around.
Roberta Marieschi
Yes, Daisy. Feel it," he murmured against her mouth. "Feel what's in my heart for you." His hand slipped under the covers... - Christian Stone
What happened?" Lillian asked as Daisy walked into the Marsden parlor. She was reclining on the settee with a periodical. "You look as if you've been run over by a carriage."
"I had an encounter with an ill-mannered pig, actually.
I am not at peace.' Daisy Goodwill's final (unspoken) words.
With Daisy, Sorreltail, and Ferncloud all busily licking, the kits soon started to stir, letting out faint, whimpering cries. But Daisy didn't look up until all three revived enough to nuzzle into her belly and start suckling.
I shouldn't tell you about it," Daisy railed, pacing back and forth in the Marsden parlor later that evening. "In your condition you shouldn't be distressed. But I can't keep it to myself or I will explode, which you would probably find infinitely more distressing.
You psychotic little Georgia Peach.
Daisy, Daisy, the coppers are after you,
If they catch you they'll give you a month or two,
They'll tie you up with wi-er
Behind the Black Mari-er,
So ring your bell
And pedal like hell
On a bicycle made for two.
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Gatsby looked at Daisy in a way that every young girl wanted to be looked at
Young Dandelion
On a hedge-side
Said young Dandelion
Who'll be my bride?
Said young Dandelion
With a sweet air,
I have my eye on
Miss Daisy fair.
The Lilly girl is always full of surprises. She lives everyday like it's a celebration, never has a dull moment, and makes every hour a happy hour.
She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.
Eliza, my pancreas.
She (Daisy) dug her nails into her palms and told herself she had no choice. "I, Theodosia ... " She gulped for air. " ... take thee Alexander ... " She gulped again. " ... to be my awful wedded husband ...
Daisy, love," he whispered, "You're so soft ... so dainty ... where shall I touch you? Here? Or here ... "
"There," she sobbed, as his fingers slid to just the right spot. "Yes ... oh, there ...
Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Walking with Daisy from the dining hall, Matthew murmured, "Will I have to scale the outside wall tonight, or are you going to leave your door unlocked?"
"The door," Daisy replied succinctly.
"Thank God.
London sank into February gloom and rain spattered the dirty pavements as Daisy Dunbar, fourteen years old, skinny and cold, struggled to get home.
Definitely not a Gertrude.
Oh my God, of course she was Lily - and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot
Unlike in Daisy's novels, moments of precise reckoning are rare in real life; questions of misinterpretations are not often resolved. Nor do they remain pressingly unresolved. They simply fade. People don't remember clearly, or they die, or the questions die and new ones take their place.
My mind is filled.'
'With what?' she whispered.
'You. All the time. You.' He sighed. 'Daisy has taken up residence here.' Yet it was to his heart he pressed her hand, to feel its pounding. 'How to keep you safe. How to keep you out. How to keep ... you.
I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.
Roses do not envy daises.
Daisy: "My scar is bigger than your scar."
Ryke: "And my cock is bigger than your cock.
They see my fingers, they run. Dominique. Alicia. Penny.
They see my fingers, they want their hair pulled. Alex. Renee. Kristin.
No sugarcoating would be necessary," Matthew interrupted calmly. "Daisy ... that is, Miss Bowman, is entirely - " Beautiful. Desirable. Bewitching. " - acceptable. Marrying a woman like Miss Bowman would be a reward in itself.
Florence Nightendick
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
I love you Daisy," he said without looking at her. "It's enough.
My lord," came Daisy's anxious voice, delaying him briefly. "You will find her, won't you?" "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And then I'm going to strangle her.
It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower -Elena
Marie Laurencin.
Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad ...
She's best friends with my wife. (Julian)
Gracie? You're married to Gracie? That was you? You're Mr. Hot Bottom! (Sunshine)
Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)
A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.
It was a real treat when he'd read me Daisy Miller out loud. But we'd reached the point in our relationship when, in a straight choice between him and Henry James, I'd have taken Henry James any day even if Henry James were dead and not much of a one for the girls when living, either.
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.
Daisies. They outlast roses, and they're tough little flowers.
Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got over sixty different kinds out there? - and she said to me, said, 'Mr. Blakeslee, I wouldn't even mind dyin' if'n I could be buried in a bed of roses.
How I ever could have thought he was boring or easy was beyond me' (Daisy, 'Friendship on Fire', p. 471).
Rosabelle - answer - tell - pray, answer - look - tell - answer, answer - tell.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.
She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.
You're my quiet, Lilly.
Jenny? Just as I was considering
HONORINE BEATRIX
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain.
See, if you said green bean, I'd be very upset. However, if you told her an eggplant, I'd probably never wear pants again. So what's it going to be, Jess?
Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' oversportin' theyselves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.' You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?
Melissa officinalis
I wondered if anybody had ever called her "ma'am," or "Miss Mayella" in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like? I soon found out.
She's my sunshine
What's your name ?
Hazel .
No , your full name .
Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster .
Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths - until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about.
Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.
What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?
She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke.
Lily Calloway ... all this time, your superpower has been loving me.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
My name is Tess Little. But everyone calls me Red.
She can't stand the sight of me, Helen. The one girl, the only girl who's ever really shook me up - and I horrify her.
Speak to me, Rosa. Look this way just once, over here Rosa, where I am watching.
But Daisy told me you're mad at God" -Violet
"Mad doesn't mean I stop believing. There are just some things I don't understand" -Mom
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
Making a shallow bow, Marcus smiled at Daisy, for whom he thought he could easily develop a brotherly affection. The slightness of her form and her sweetly exuberant spirit reminded him of Livia in her younger years.
Stepping inside Daisy's Diner, I was greeted by Rachel, the evening waitress, who side-eyed me as I walked in with Jeremiah. A cautious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when she saw us. She winked at me as she grabbed the menus,
It's such a funny thing when you see your daughter transitioning from your baby, your little girl, to suddenly being a young woman. If you're not really looking for it, you can miss it, and Lily-Rose is on that road already, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
[Leafpool] waved her tail in greeting as she padded past Cloudtail and Daisy; as she left the clearing she heard Cloudtail meowing, "This time try to pretend I'm a badger and I'm going to eat your kits."
"But my kits really like you," Daisy protested.
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
gone on Miss Lily.
A rose's prick is better than a daisy's kiss.
Arlene was one of a kind, a true friend when I needed one, a grande dame from the old school. She was the sweetest of old ladies, and I will miss her dearly. All of those things are true, but the words I choose are far more profound.
"She smelled like cookies," I whisper through tears.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
You don't deserve to see daisies wither.
I'm sick in the heart," Blister aid, climbing into the car. "I don't need the doctor."
"Heartsick is the worst," Daisy G. said.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
closed behind Anne
Most days Lily is the steady drumbeat. The rhythm of my heart. The repeating melody of the music in my head. But not today.
Eleanor-wait-I love you.
Bless thy simplicity, Tess
The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.