“Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.”

Heavy is the pain yet she wears it like a feather.

The universe that lives in you is waiting to burst out in view.

In the end no one comes to saves us, we have to save ourselves -be your own fairytale.

A gentle heart can pull others out of darkness, never underestimate the power of your softness.

The past grew a beast in me so I set it free.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

When the storm settles and the sun clears the way, give yourself the chance to bloom again.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

For every drop of rain, a flower grows.