Daisy Quotes

“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“[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.”
― Erin Hunter, Twilight

“She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. ”
― Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now

“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner......”
― Norah Lofts

“You are my favorite person. I want to be buried next to you. we'll have a shared tombstone. It'll read, 'Holmesy and Daisy: They did everything together, except the nasty.”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“You can't be sad when Daisy is around, she won't let you.”
― Maryam Faresh, Daisy

“Are you saying I’m better than a sword to the eye?” I ask, and he chuckles.
The sound is warm and soft, and I swear I can feel it, dancing over the knobs of my spine. Oh my god, this rain needs to end soon.
“Maybe not better, but certainly not worse,”
― Rachel Hawkins, Royals

“The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Sits shyly at his feet—
He—waking—finds the flower there—
Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the flower—Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline—
We nearer steal to thee!
Enamored of the parting West—
The peace—the flight—the Amethyst—
Night's possibility!”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“She glanced at Evie, who flashed her a smile, and Annabelle, whose face was reassuringly calm. They would help each other through all the challenges and joys and fears of their lives, Daisy thought, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with love for all of them.
“I will never live away from you,” she said. “I want the four of us to be together always. I could never bear to lose any of you.”
She felt Annabelle’s slippered toe nudge her leg affectionately. “Daisy…you can never lose a true friend.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring

“Love can bring out the best and worst in us. We’ve all been a jackass for love. But love makes us do amazing things. And if love drives us away, love is what brings us back. Love makes up pick up the phone. Love makes us listen. Love makes us say I’m sorry. Love makes us forgive. Love makes us better. Love makes us our best.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“In a world full of daisies dare to be a rose.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Is that how you play?" Daisy asked breezily. "I just envision how I want the bowl to go, and then I roll it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring

“Leaving isn’t always the end of loving.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“I really believe this. Souls have a purpose and their energy belongs with a certain other energy. They go where they belong. It’s not random…”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“It's just such an odd response to my fiction. Like, okay, follow the thread of thoughts with me: 'I really enjoyed this story about Rey and Chewbacca's romantic adventure scavenging a wrecked Tulgah spaceship on Endor in search of the fame Tulgah patience potion: as a thank-you, I believe I will send the author of that story a photograph of my dick.' How do you get from A to B, Holmesy?”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.
“You’ll never have to know.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“These flowers are starwort," she said. "Starwort means 'welcome.' By giving you a bouquet of starwort, I'm welcoming you to my home, to my life." She twirled buttery pasta on her fork and looked into my eyes without a glimmer of humor.
"They look like daisies to me," I said. "And I still think they're poisonous."
"They aren't poisonous, and they aren't daisies. See how they only have five petals but it looks like they have ten? Each pair of petals is connected in the center." Picking up the small bouquet of flowers, I examined the little white bundle. The petals grew together before attaching to the stem, so that each petal was the shape of a heart.
"That's a characteristic of the genus 'Stellaria,'" Elizabeth went on, when she could see that I understood. "Daisy is a common name, and spans many different families, but the flowers we call daisies typically have more petals, and each petal grows separate from the others. It's important to know the difference or you may confuse the meaning. Daisy means 'innocence', which is a very different sentiment than 'welcome.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“Time was plentiful, a spilling basket of golden minutes and hours. Time was a gift from this girl who had waited for him to find her.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“Flannel flower

Meaning:What is lost is found
Actinotus helianthi | New South Wales

The stem, branches and leaves of the plant are a pale grey, covered in downy hair, and flannel-like in texture. Pretty, daisy-shaped flower heads bloom in spring, though flowering may be profuse after bushfires.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan,
For we are born in other's pain,
And perish in our own.”
― Francis Thompson

“Daisies are the Pekin ducks of flowers. They radiate joy like they are tiny shining suns.”
― Jarod Kintz, Powdered Saxophone Music

“You can bury your pain or avoid it. You can tattoo over it. But you won’t be free of it until you feel it.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“I know how to dance,” she said. “And I know how to love you.”
― Suanne Laqueur, Here to Stay

“As for HAL singing “Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two),” this, too, was Clarke’s contribution, including the song’s gradual devolution to near incomprehensibility at the end. The idea originated in a visit he’d made in 1962 to Bell Laboratories, where he’d heard John Kelly’s voice-synthesizer experiments with an IBM 7094 mainframe, which had coaxed the machine to sing Harry Dacre’s 1892 marriage proposal—the first song ever sung by a computer.”
― Michael Benson, Space Odyssey: Stanley Kubrick, Arthur C. Clarke, and the Making of a Masterpiece

“If there is only one daisy among a thousand roses, all the interest flows there!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The truth had been hiding in plain sight: a margeurite was a type of daisy.”
― Kayte Nunn, The Botanist's Daughter

“The room was so quiet I could hear my heart breaking, and it sounded like a daisy snapping at the stem.”
― Stacey Halls, Mrs England

“Oh, Daisy!"
The puppy wriggled happily.
Daisy had taken an idiotic liking to Julian--- despite his best effort to dissuade the animal. For a moment he curled his fingers into her velvet-soft fur, wishing...
Then Julian dropped the puppy onto his sister's lap.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The door into the rose garden

“As Julian approached, a ridiculous Italian greyhound ran at him and attempted to shred his stockings by jumping at his legs.
Julian deftly caught the animal and continued his progress, stopping before his sister Messalina. "Yours, I presume?"
Messalina glanced up, the glass of her ebony hair reflecting the light. "Oh, Daisy!"
The puppy wriggled happily.
Daisy had taken an idiotic liking to Julian--- despite his best effort to dissuade the animal. For a moment he curled his fingers into her velvet-soft fur, wishing...
Then Julian dropped the puppy onto his sister's lap.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess