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"She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils." - Hilda Doolittle

"Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth." - Philip Larkin

"Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth." - Philip Larkin

"Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty." - William Shakespeare

"Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils." - Cyril Connolly

"If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain" - Adam Duritz

"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils." - William Wordsworth

"Never be afraid to be a poppy in a field of daffodils." - Michaela DePrince

"I was in the forest jumping around daffodils while everyone was high on heroin." - Rufus Wainwright

"With daffodils mad footnotes for the spring, And asters purple asterisks for autumn -" - Conrad Aiken

"Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon." - Robert Herrick

"I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain." - John Masefield

"It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills." - Robert Loveman

"The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April hills The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils." - Clinton Scollard

"It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills." - Robert Loveman

"When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o'the year." - William Shakespeare

"I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring." - Kirsty Gallacher

"Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon." - Robert Herrick

"You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days." - Alain De Botton

"I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it." - Lucy Christopher

"Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath." - William Shakespeare

"Dogwoods are great optimists. Daffodils wait and see, crouching firmly underground just in case spring doesn't come this year, but dogwoods have faith." - Barbara Holland

"I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils." - Emily Haines

"To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils...." - Joan Baez

"When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze." - William Wordsworth

"So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see; So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee." - Nora Perry

"I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness ..." - Dorothy Wordsworth

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze." - William Wordsworth

"For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils." - William Wordsworth

"When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale." - William Shakespeare

"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake." - Dorothy Wordsworth

"Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen." - Robert McCracken

"When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king." - William Shakespeare

"It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the west wind, and daffodils." - John Masefield

"I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths." - Amy Lowell

"Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land." - Don Mclean

"When the winds of March are wakening the crocuses and crickets, Did you ever find a fairy near some budding little thickets,... And when she sees you creeping up to get a closer peek She tumbles through the daffodils, a playing hide and seek." - Marjorie Barrows

"I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake." - Dorothy Wordsworth

"The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about-clouds-daffodils-waterfalls-what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in-these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks." - Tom Stoppard

"I think of the poetry of Rene Char and all he must have seen and suffered that has brought him to speak only of sedgy rivers, of daffodils and tulips whose roots they water, even to the free-flowing river that laves the rootlets of those sweet-scented flowers that people the milky way" - William Carlos Williams

"An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,- This art of writing billet-doux- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies." - Leigh Hunt

"It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils." - John Masefield

"My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain - The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten - After the stillness, will spring come again?" - Sara Teasdale

"O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength-a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one." - William Shakespeare

"I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I had' wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring." - Tamora Pierce

"I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn't wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring." - Tamora Pierce

"in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me" - E E Cummings

"Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills." - Lucy Maud Montgomery

"April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets." - Robert Loveman

"Within my heart a garden grows, wild with violets and fragrant rose. bright daffodils line the narrow path, my footsteps silent as i pass. sweet tulips nod their heads in rest; i kneel in prayer to seek gods best. for round my garden a fence stands firm to guard my heart so i can learn who should enter, and who should wait on the other side of my locked gate. i clasp the key around my neck and wonder if the time is yet. if i unlocked the gate today, would you come in? or run away?" - Robin Jones Gunn

"Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound." - Terry Pratchett

"Do you know, we're right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the season. Just above us, the light shines golden on daffodils full of rainwine and heartgrass and a terrible, wicked, sad girl I can't get back to. I don't even know if I want to. Do I want to be her again? Or do I want to be free? I come here to think about that. To be near her and consider it. I think I shall never be free. I think I traded my freedom for a better story. It was a better story, even if the ending needed work." - Catherynne M Valente



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