Poppy Quotes

#1. I don't know if I'm ready,' Poppy protested. 'Why must I do it so soon? There's no time limit for forgiveness, is there?'
'Sometimes there is. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#2. In November, when our nation remembers her fallen soldiers and honours the lost youth of my generation, the Prime Minister, government leaders and the hollow men of business affix paper poppies to their lapels and afford the dead of war two minutes' silence. Afterwards, they speak golden platitudes about the struggle and the heroism of that time. Yet the words they speak are meaningless because they have surrendered the values my generation built after the horrors of the Second World War. #Quote by Harry Leslie Smith

#3. Never be afraid to be a poppy in a field of daffodils. #Quote by Michaela DePrince

#4. Poppy: Um, can we cross running water?
James: Sure. And we can walk into people's homes without being invited, and roll in garlic if we don't mind losing friends. #Quote by L.J.Smith

#5. It would be ridiculous for me to say I am unlucky, but, like any other family and any other girl, I've had my ups and downs. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#6. Poppy's breathing hollowed and I leaned forward, knowing this was it. I pressed my forehead to hers, just one last time. Poppy lifted her soft hand to my hair. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, Poppymin."

As I pulled back, Poppy looked into my eyes and said, "I'll see you in your dreams."

Trying to hold back my emotions, I rasped back, "I'll see you in my dreams. #Quote by Tillie Cole

#7. you don't need big reasons to love a woman. And the size of the love has nothing to do with the size of the reason. Sometimes one word she says is enough. Sometimes only the line of the hip, like a poppy stem. And sometimes it's how her lips look when she says 'seven' or 'thirteen.' Look and see, with 'seven' the lips are starting out like with a kiss. Then you see the teeth are touching the lips a moment to make the 'v.' And then the mouth is opening a little … like this … se-ven. See? And with 'thirteen,' the tip of the tongue is peeping out for the 'th.' Then the mouth is opening and the tongue is touching the top of the mouth at the end. #Quote by Meir Shalev

#8. Every rule should be broken at least one time. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#9. Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake? #Quote by Toni Morrison

#10. Yeah, I think A Confederacy of Dunces is probably the perfect New Orleans book. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#11. A chiropractor is a doctor who performs adjustments on the spine," Rickey told the class before bending Gary backward and "adjusting" him, ripping off the false arm and spraying red hair dye all over the classroom. Gary howled in "pain" and collapsed dramatically on the threadbare school carpet, his legs flailing a bit before hitting the floor with a terrible, final-sounding thunk.
That was the first time they were sent to the principal's office together. They had to apologize to their teacher and explain to their classmates that doctor visits were unlikely to result in surprise dismemberments. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#12. The Afghani Economy: 1965/2015
Fifty years ago,
a young man in Afghanistan
had four ways to earn a living:
pomegranates, pistachios
melons or mulberries.
Today, he has only two choices:
grow poppy or join the Taliban. #Quote by Beryl Dov

#13. Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#14. I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#15. You go into the book store, there's the cut-out of Dr. Phil, and then the dreaded women's health section where every book, instead of the menopause book with the fanged Medusa head on the cover that might be more pertinent, you always see a flower and a poppy and a daisy and a stethoscope. #Quote by Sandra Tsing Loh

#16. I love to shut out the world sometimes and hibernate. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#17. Harry paused with his fork held in midair, mesmerized by the sight of her slim fingers twirling the honey stick, meticulously filling each hole with thick umber liquid. Realizing that he was staring, Harry took a bite of his breakfast. Poppy replaced the honey stick in a small silver pot. Discovering a stray drop of sweetness on the tip of her thumb, she lifted it to her lips and sucked it clean.
Harry choked a little, reached for his tea, and took a swallow. The beverage scalded his tongue, causing him to flinch and curse.
Poppy gave him an odd look. "Is there anything the matter?"
Nothing. Except that watching his wife eating breakfast was the most erotic act he had ever seen. "Nothing at all," Harry said scratchily. "Tea's hot."
When he dared to look at Poppy again, she was consuming a fresh strawberry, holding it by the green stem. Her lips rounded in a luscious pucker as she bit neatly into the ripe flesh of the fruit. Christ. He moved uncomfortably in his chair, while all the unsatisfied desire of the previous night reawakened with a vengeance. Poppy ate two more strawberries, nibbling slowly, while Harry tried to ignore her. Heat collected beneath his clothing, and he used a napkin to blot his forehead.
Poppy lifted a bite of honey-soaked crumpet to her mouth, and gave him a perplexed glance. "Are you feeling well?"
"It's too warm in here," Harry said irritably, while lurid thoughts went through his mind. Thoughts involving honey, and soft #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#18. She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust. #Quote by Virginia Woolf

#19. It was a single poppy seed ... she rolled it between her fingers and raised her eyes past the straining sails, to the star-filled vault above. On any other night she would have scanned the sky for the planet she had always thought to be the arbiter of her fate - but tonight her eyes dropped instead to the tiny sphere she was holding between her thumb and forefinger. She looked at the seed as if she had never seen one before, and suddenly she knew that it was not the planet above that governed her life: it was this minuscule orb - at once bountiful and all-devouring, merciful and destructive, sustaining and vengeful. This was her Shani, her Saturn. #Quote by Amitav Ghosh

#20. And the eye became a body, the murky heart of a rose. The sinister shadow of an orchid. Or the indolent poppy balanced behind the ear of Baudelaire. #Quote by Patti Smith

#21. This was love, this was sacrifice, the opposite of sin, and maybe it was fucked up to feel like God was here with us in the back room of a strip club, but I did, like He was bearing witness to this moment where Poppy opened herself to the worst of me and erased it with her love, just like God did for us sinners every moment of every day. #Quote by Sierra Simone

#22. Poppy was busy with needlework, stitching a pair of men's slippers with bright wool threads, while Beatrix played solitaire on the floor near the hearth. Noticing the way her youngest sister was riffling through the cards, Amelia laughed. "Beatrix," she said after Win had finished a chapter, "why in heaven's name would you cheat at solitaire? You're playing against yourself."
"Then there's no one to object when I cheat."
"It's not whether you win but how you win that's important," Amelia said.
"I've heard that before, and I don't agree at all. It's much nicer to win."
Poppy shook her head over her embroidery. "Beatrix, you are positively shameless."
"And a winner," Beatrix said with satisfaction, laying down the exact card she wanted. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#23. Maybe I'm secretly in my soul a method actor. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#24. Poppy sighed, a peaceful smile gracing her face. Then Poppy closed her eyes, tilting her chin up for her final kiss, her hand squeezing mine.

Lowering myself to her mouth, I pressed the softest, most meaningful kiss to her soft lips. Poppy breathed out through her nose, her sweet scent engulfing me … and she never breathed again.

Reluctantly pulling back, I opened my eyes, now witnessing Poppy in eternal sleep. She was as beautiful now as ever she was in life. #Quote by Tillie Cole

#25. It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings. #Quote by Oscar Wilde

#26. Well, I guess we can make a bet on this and see how Master Flynn's future pans out… see if he indeed marries Miss Poppy McCrea, Max declared as he smiled and shook hands with Seth. #Quote by Gemma Arlington

#27. All at once it hit him: this was power too, just as surely as smashing your fist into someone's face, just as surely as putting a hammer through someone's skull. The power to make another person crazy with pleasure instead of fear and pain, to have every cell in another person's body at your thrall. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#28. Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy? #Quote by Pablo Neruda

#29. It was only when I began modeling at 18 that I really began enjoying fashion and reading any fashion magazine I could get my hands on, and developing a profound respect for designers, fashion and how to wear it. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#30. Historians are to nationalism what poppy-growers in Pakistan are to heroin-addicts: we supply the essential raw material for the market. #Quote by Eric Hobsbawm

#31. I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [ ... ] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#32. I'd been doing everything to please everyone else and some imaginary me. #Quote by Jolene Stockman

#33. POPPY (on Christine and Jared's second chance): Mom couldn't stand up for what she needed, and he was a force of nature. They've found a balance now, but she needed to grow up before that could happen. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#34. In the Netherlands I read the first chapter of Exquisite Corpse to an audience that laughed in all the places I thought were funny - an experience I've never had in America! #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#35. When you have too much faith in something, it's bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#36. Thoughts are such fleet magic things. Betsy's thoughts swept a wide arc while Uncle Keith read her poem aloud. She thought of Julia learning to sing with Mrs. Poppy. She thought of Tib learning to dance. She thought of herself and Tacy and Tib going into their 'teens. She even thought of Tom and Herbert and of how, by and by, they would be carrying her books and Tacy's and Tib's up the hill from high school. #Quote by Maud Hart Lovelace

#37. George Bush is by American standards rabidly Upper Class - Eastern, Socially Attractive, WASP, 19th-century money, several generations of Andover and Yale (and, while we're at it, his father, George H. W. 'Poppy' Bush, was a former president and his grandfather was the Nazis' U.S. banker in the 1930s). #Quote by Peter York

#38. Maybe if they played those poppy, jingling Christmas songs on an endless loop in the tank it would be enough. #Quote by J.D. Robb

#39. Hollywood's full of transients. Everybody comes from somewhere else. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#40. And I can't think of a reason I'd ever use a pseudonym, as I wouldn't want to publish something that I didn't like enough to put my name on it. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#41. Have you ever just wanted to ignore all of the good and important books that you are to read and just get some trashy fluff and spend the week in a fantasy land? #Quote by Poppy Marlowe

#42. Poppy, a chronic insomniac in her first life, since found that sleep arrived easily, washing over her in a soporific tide that carried with it the flotsam of ambrosial dreams. #Quote by Kevin Ansbro

#43. The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening - a brown poppy head, the stalk of a lily, and still cannot go.

The second sorrow is the empty feet of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with his brothers. The woodland of gold is folded in feathers with its head in a bag.

And the third sorrow is the slow good-bye of the sun who has gathered the birds and who gathers the minutes of evening, the golden and holy ground of the picture.

The fourth sorrow is the pond gone black, ruined, and sunken the city of water - the beetle's palace, the catacombs of the dragonfly.

And the fifth sorrow is the slow good-bye of the woodland that quietly breaks up its camp. One day it's gone. It has only left litter - firewood, tent poles.

And the sixth sorrow is the fox's sorrow, the joy of the huntsman, the joy of the hounds, the hooves that pound; till earth closes her ear to the fox's prayer.

And the seventh sorrow is the slow good-bye of the face with its wrinkles that looks through the window as the year packs up like a tatty fairground that came for the children. #Quote by Ted Hughes

#44. Didn't he have to admit, begrudgingly, that in some extra-perverse corner of his brain the idea of having to be out of town before sundown appealed to him? New Orleans had been the only constant thing in his life. But didn't he yet an itchy foot sometimes, didn't he sometimes think about just throwing all his stuff in his car and going?
Of course he did. Everybody did, even normal people, the ones with triple mortgages and orthodontists' bills and responsibilities to everything except what they really wanted. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#45. Revelation comes with these misunderstandings. Stuart's life and way of thinking momentarily exposed. Like a break in the hedgerow during the country lane part of a journey. For an instant you glimpse scenery you haven't seen before - fields of poppy and cornflower, trees gnarled in the shape of demons. #Quote by Alexander Masters

#46. POPPY: I don't like him, Jared. I love him. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#47. POPPY: Justice is so pathetic about her man. If her behavior weren't highly entertaining, we'd force her to stop. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#48. At the end of the day, women must understand how they look is important, but not all-important; that there are different ideas of beauty. It is in the eye of the beholder and it comes from within. #Quote by Poppy King

#49. Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time. #Quote by Paul Celan

#50. [Lennie meets Joe - he works out that she was named after John Lennon]
I nod. "Mom was a hippie." This is northern Northern California after all - the final frontier of freakerdom. Just in the eleventh grade we have a girl named Electricity, a guy named Magic Bus, and countless flowers: Tulip, Begonia, and Poppy - all parent-given-on-the-birth-certificate names. Tulip is a two-ton bruiser of a guy who would be the star of out football team if we were the kind of school that has optional morning meditation in the gym #Quote by Jandy Nelson

#51. And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance, To rise, a poppy field of France? #Quote by William Alexander Percy

#52. Scarlett lived by the (thankfully) ancient medical creed: If it tastes awful and smells worse, it's probably good for you.
Julia wasn't so sure about that. She lived by the edict: If it tastes awful and smells worse, leave it the hell alone. On the other hand, if it tasted good and smelled better, you either ate it, squirted it on your neck or fucked it.
It hadn't led her wrong so far. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#53. I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig
or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery. #Quote by Jostein Gaarder

#54. Quentin flicked a quick glance back at her again. Poppy. This girl had the wrong name. She should have been Rose. Great face, lots of prickles. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#55. Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach's heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals. Trevor rubbed his thumb across it, squeezed gently, heard Zack suck air in through his teeth and moan as he let it out. He could see blood suffusing the tissue just beneath the translucent skin, a deep dusky rose delicately purpled at the edges, crowned with a single dewy pearl of come. It was as intimate, as raw as holding someone's heart in his hands. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#56. The Red Poppy

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered. #Quote by Louise Gluck

#57. Stare at him," said Ghost. "They won't bite you if you keep staring at them."
Steve backed away. "They bite?"
Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you happen to be standing on the edge of a cliff. I heard about a guy that almost got killed that way."
By geese?"
Yeah, there was a whole flock of them coming after him. All hissing and cackling and stabbing at his ankles with their big ol' beaks. He didn't know you had to stare them right in the eye, and he panicked. They backed him right over a fifty-foot cliff."
So how come he didn't die?"
This guy had wings," said Ghost. "He flew away. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#58. In every long-term relationship are a few pockets of deep and dangerous water into which one can step unaware if not careful. Eventually, somebody drowns or the interested parties post warning signs around these pockets. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#59. In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#60. Remember when I was obsessed with that little Lithuanian restaurant downtown? And it was only ever open when the grumpy old woman ran it felt like opening? I'd stop by every day for a week with no luck. And then, when I'd pretty much given up on ever tasting Napoleonas torte again, I'd drive by and see the open sign in the window.
Well, being with Chris is like trying to date that restaurant. I never know when he's going to be there and how open he'll be to me. Almost never is he all there, all in. Almost never do I get the Chris I got the night of Kiley's wedding
open sign, cold cucumber soup, rouladen, poppy seed kolaches. #Quote by Rainbow Rowell

#61. POPPY (on high school cliques): I wasn't smart enough for the gifted kids or athletic enough for the jocks. I didn't want to s*ck a lot of c*ck, so I couldn't be a cheerleader or popular girl. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#62. Actually, if I could deliberately sit down and write a pop hit, all my songs would be pop hits! Let's put it this way. I play what I like to hear. And sometimes I like to hear something poppy, and sometimes I don't. #Quote by Eddie Van Halen

#63. When I moved to Nashville, I didn't really let myself sonically explore, but things naturally got a little more poppy. And in L.A., even more so. #Quote by Madi Diaz

#64. 'Iron Man' was this fun, poppy thing bound to make a zillion dollars. And we were the other side of a superhero movie. More complex with The Hulk being this complex character - that's what it was. #Quote by Louis Leterrier

#65. ... Mr. Rutledge, I've just been through a very difficult experience. This is too soon."
"You were courted by a boy, who had to do as he was told." His hot breath feathered against her lips as he whispered, "You should try it with a man, who needs no one's permission."
A man. Well, he certainly was that.
"I don't have the luxury of waiting," Harry continued. "Not when you're so hell-bent on going back to Hampshire. You're the reason I'm here tonight, Poppy. Believe me, I wouldn't have come otherwise. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#66. Delete nothing. Move nothing. Change nothing. Learn everything. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#67. I'll have to admit, he really does have quite a smile.Kind of heart-stopping, especially as it comes out of nowhere.
I mean ... you know. If your heart was in the kind of place to be stopped. #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#68. She frowned, and the effect was so pretty he wondered if he was going mad. Why did he find this cranky, kooky woman so damned appealing? He knew for a fact he could go out tonight and drag home some hot, willing chick who would stroke his ego and never argue with him about anything. He closed his eyes and remembered just how good that felt. Willing women; god bless them. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#69. I was never tomboyish. I loved Barbies. It's just the way I grew up. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#70. In its place is a framed print of a pressed poppy. It depresses me. Pressed flowers are an attempt to hold on to something that was once alive. They're desperate and lonely. #Quote by Tarryn Fisher

#71. You know that if ever the Fyrdraaca family is in true trouble, Barbizon is supposed to come to life and to our rescue, just as she did for Azucar.'
'Ayah, Poppy, I've heard the story.'
'Well, I often consider that I've sat here many times, and often felt in true trouble, and yet Barbizon has never leaped to my aid. So you know what that makes me think?'
'That it's just a story?'
'No, no. That my trouble is never true trouble. And things, though I think them bad, are not really so. #Quote by Ysabeau S. Wilce

#72. By not burning their poppy fields to the ground but instead maintaining a security umbrella that international development agencies could safely work under as they improved these ordinary people's lives, we would win their 'hearts and minds' in the classic manifestation of a successful counter-insutgency operation.
[...]
Maybe our Western values world somebe instilled in these people. But in country where the average life expectancy was 42 and with the price of that life coming in contrasting cheap at $10 plus the bonus of martyrdom, or alien values might just as equally not be snapped up. #Quote by Jake Wood

#73. Before I make any decisions, I would like to talk with Harry."
"Of course." A smile played on his lips. "He married my sister, now I want to marry his. If he objects, I'll tell him that it's a fair trade. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#74. I love maxi dresses, I feel so great when I put on a maxi dress, big earrings and sandals. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#75. The path to a sustained victory in Afghanistan lies in improving their economy, creating jobs for the Afghanis, strengthening their government and national services, getting the provinces to trust each other and work together, and eliminating the opium trade. Previously, the United States' policy was to not get deeply involved in internal Afghani drug issues; now we've changed the policy and are actively working to eradicate the drugs. But nobody has yet to come up with a way to shut down the poppy fields and get the Afghani people back to work. Until that happens, the Taliban will inevitable creep back in. #Quote by Michael DeLong

#76. It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#77. I always design my own hats to complete my fashion thought ... I like them slightly mad, like this huge black poppy. Right now I lift the bosom high on coats and dresses ... I am using so many high curved belts. #Quote by Oscar De La Renta

#78. Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can. #Quote by Jennifer Egan

#79. In Europe and Australia, there is something called the Tall Poppy Syndrome: People like to cut the tall poppies. They don't want you to succeed, and they cut you down - especially people from your own social class. #Quote by Mark Burnett

#80. London life was very full and exciting [ ... ] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray. #Quote by Sylvia Townsend Warner

#81. He puts up with a lot from me, and he never gets irritated."
"Yeah, cause you can be so darn irritating ... " He lowered his face and kissed my eyebrow tenderly, "with those irritating cinnamon-brown eyes ... " His kisses moved down to my nose. "And that irritating, tiny nose ... " He paused, his mouth a mere breath away from mine, and he kissed me softly. "And those irritating, luscious lips ... " The green of his eyes darkened as he gazed down at my mouth. "God, those lips ... " he sighed, and his warm breath drifted lightly across my mouth as his arms tightened around me more. He kissed me long and hard. #Quote by Tess Oliver

#82. Look,' she said, sidling a little closer to him in the lift. 'I understand this wasn't what you bargained for when some cute girl at the café dared you to jump out of a plane with her. You were in it for thrills and sex and you got breast-cancer girl, her terrifying friend and her flaky mother. That's above and beyond. And I totally get you're here because you'd feel like some louse if you left her now, but it's okay, she's going to be fine, I'm going to take good care of her. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#83. When you enter the woods of a fairy tale and it is night, the trees tower on either side of the path. They loom large because everything in the world of fairy tales is blown out of proportion. If the owl shouts, the otherwise deathly silence magnifies its call. The tasks you are given to do (by the witch, by the stepmother, by the wise old woman) are insurmountable - pull a single hair from the crescent moon bear's throat; separate a bowl's worth of poppy seeds from a pile of dirt. The forest seems endless. But when you do reach the daylight, triumphantly carrying the particular hair or having outwitted the wolf; when the owl is once again a shy bird and the trees only a lush canopy filtering the sun, the world is forever changed for your having seen it otherwise. From now on, when you come upon darkness, you'll know it has dimension. You'll know how closely poppy seeds and dirt resemble each other. The forest will be just another story that has absorbed you, taken you through its paces, and cast you out again to your home with its rattling windows and empty refrigerator - to your meager livelihood, which demands, inevitably, that you write about it. #Quote by Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew

#84. I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it ... it's in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes ... His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep ... a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#85. If someone had told her that she would be transported to what was for all purposes a magical land, where history could be rewritten at a whim, or people could suddenly be shrunk to the size of poppy seeds, but that at least for this moment, her most pressing concern would have been the absence of cigarettes, she would have thought them mad. #Quote by Tad Williams

#86. I am cold,
I am cold, and it would appear
that I will never be warm again...
I am cold and I know
that nothing will be left
of all the red dreams of one wild poppy
but a few drops of blood. #Quote by Forugh Farrokhzad

#87. The song she heard from the meadow was the same tune as the bird's call.She looked up in the trees.For a moment she thought she'd lost the bird, and she nearly cried out for him, but he fluttered down,landed right at her feet, and grew into a man."
"Oh." Meg sighed.She'd always liked that part.
"He whistled the tune once more, then the fey man said, 'My lady,will you dance?"
"'I will.' She crossed the bridge to the meadow,and danced with the whistler."
"Tell us they married," Meg said.
"The story doesn't go like that," Poppy reminded.
"It should." Meg stroked Tom's blood-clotted hair.
I fumbled with the charcoal in my blackened fingers. As the story went, the girl danced through the seasons, but when she wandered home at last and reached her cottage door, she was a shriveled-up old women, for a hundred years had passed while she danced with the whistler,and everyone she'd known in her former life had died.
Meg knew how it went.But when our eyes locked, I saw tonight she couldn't bear it. I found another bit of charcoal. "That very spring when the meadow was in bloom,the whistler, who had fey power to transform into a bird and sing any girl he wished to into the wood, chose the one girl who'd followed him so bravely and so far to be his wife. And she lived with him and the fey folk deep in Dragonswood in DunGarrow Castle, a place that blends into the mountainside and cannot be seen with human eyes unless the fairies will it so."
I d #Quote by Janet Lee Carey

#88. Mr. Valentine ... " "Yes, ma'am?" "You do think he'll follow me, don't you?" "Only to the ends of the earth," he said gravely. That drew a smile from her, and she turned to climb into the carriage.
- Poppy & Mr.Valentine #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#89. You were meant for me, Poppy. I can feel it in my fingertips when I touch you. #Quote by Tess Oliver

#90. The sermon is now the true poppy of literature. #Quote by David Swing

#91. EMMETT (on being a 'mama's boy'): Poppy teases me for being a mama's boy. She ain't wrong, but my ma's worth acting stupid over. She raised me in a rough world without losing her ability to be tender. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#92. I froze, then I asked, "You mean…?"

"Yes, baby," Poppy replied. "You've come home. You've come home to me."

A huge smile spread across my lips, and a flood of pure happiness washed over me. Unable to resist, I crashed my lips to Poppy's waiting mouth. The minute I tasted her sweet taste on my lips, a deep peace filled me from within. Pulling back, I pressed my forehead to hers.

"I get to stay here with you? Forever?" I asked, praying it was true.

"Yes," Poppy answered gently, and I could hear the complete serenity in her voice. "Our next adventure."

This was real.

It was real. #Quote by Tillie Cole

#93. We'll make a wellness altar, I think … have some incense burn¬ing, fresh flowers every day and string some lights around it …'
Poppy rolled her head to the side. 'Still think it's a good idea?'
Julia blanched at the tackiness of a wellness altar with fairy lights and a water feature, but what the hell, she already had a three-metre girly snake ruining the ambience. 'Sure,' she said. If it made Scarlett happy.
Poppy laughed. 'I'm going to remind you of this conversation when your apartment looks like a Chinese brothel. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#94. He had the mathematics of fighting down to a science. #Quote by R.F. Kuang

#95. When you read my texts, you saw a curt, miserable git. And you told me so. Maybe you're right. But you know what I saw when I read yours? - Sam
No. And I don't want to know. - Poppy
I saw a girl who races to help others but doesn't help herself. And right now you need to help yourself. No one should walk up the aisle feeling inferior or in a different league or trying to be something they're not. - Sam #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#96. To me, the raveled sleeve of care is never more painlessly knitted up than in an evening alone in a chair snug yet copious, with a good light and an easily held little volume sloppily printed and bound in inexpensive paper. I do not ask much of it - which is just as well, for that is all I get. It does not matter if I guess the killer, and if I happen to discover, along around page 208, that I have read the work before, I attribute the fact not to the less than arresting powers of the author, but to my own lazy memory. I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours. In all reverence I say Heaven bless the Whodunit, the soothing balm on the wound, the cooling hand on the brow, the opiate of the people.
Book review Of Ellery Queen: The New York Murders, from Esquire, January 1959 #Quote by Dorothy Parker

#97. Poppy shifted where she sat, then asked curiously, "Have you ever regretted never finding someone else to love, Rune? Have you ever regretted, in all this time, never kissing anyone else but me? Never loving anyone else? Never filling the jar I gave you?"

"No," I replied honestly. "And I have loved, baby. I love my family. I love my work. I love my friends and all the people that I've met on my adventures. I have a good and happy life, Poppymin. And I love, and I have loved with a full heart … you, baby. I've never stopped loving you. You were enough to last a lifetime." I sighed. "And my jar was filled … it was filled along with yours. There were no more kisses to be collected."

Turning Poppy's face to look at me, my hand under her chin, I said, "These lips are yours, Poppymin. I promised them to you years ago; nothing's changed."

Poppy's face broke into a contented smile and she whispered, "Just as these lips are yours, Rune. They were always yours and yours alone. #Quote by Tillie Cole

#98. As Grams treaded water, she tapped my forehead. 'What's in here, Poppy, is scarier than anything you'll encounter in the depths of the ocean. An imagination is a powerful thing. #Quote by Shelley Coriell

#99. You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#100. One day my 3-year-old daughter said 'Your very handsome, Poppy.' That was the best compliment ever. #Quote by Patrick Dempsey

#101. Dimly Kev remembered one of the mythology stories the Hathaways were so fond of... the Greek one about Hades, the god of the underworld, kidnapping the maiden Persephone in a flowery field and dragging her down through an opening in the earth. Down to his dark, private world where he could possess her. Although the Hathaway daughters had all been indignant about Persephone's fate, Kev's sympathies had privately been on Hades' side. Romany culture tended to romanticize the idea of kidnapping a woman for one's bride, even mimicking it during their courtship rituals.
"I don't see why eating a mere half-dozen pomegranate seeds should have condemned Persephone to stay with Hades part of every year," Poppy had said in outrage. "No one told her the rules. It wasn't fair. I'm certain she would never have touched a thing, had she known what would happen."
"And it wasn't a very filling snack," Beatrix had added, perturbed. "If I'd been there, I would have asked for a pudding or a jam pastry, at least."
"Perhaps she wasn't altogether unhappy, having to stay," Win had suggested, her eyes twinkling. "After all, Hades did make her his queen. And the story says he possessed 'the riches of the earth.'"
"A rich husband," Amelia had said, "doesn't change the fact that Persephone's main residence is in an undesirable location with no view whatsoever. Just think of the difficulties in leasing it out during the off-months."
They had all agreed that Hades was a complete vi #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#102. . . . in a strange land, on the borders of Chymerie . . . the god of sleep made his house . . . which of the sun may naught have, so no man may know aright the point between day and night. . . Round about there is growing on the ground, poppy which is the seed of sleep . . . a still water . . . runs upon the small stones . . . which gives great appetite for sleep. And thus full of delight the god of sleep has his house. #Quote by John Gower

#103. I moved forward in the trace of their footsteps as in a waking dream where the scent of a newly blown poppy is no longer a perfume but a blossoming: where the deep red of a maple leaf in autumn is no longer a colour but a grace; where a country is no longer a place but a lullaby. #Quote by Kim Thuy

#104. Australians always want everyone to be average, as if the best thing you can do is fit in. #Quote by Poppy King

#105. Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'.
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four-foot box, a foot for every year. #Quote by Seamus Heaney

#106. I don't even know what a cup is. #Quote by Robert Poppy Hillman

#107. POPPY: Another man might have pressured me to change, mature, maybe even shut up occasionally. Emmett finds me perfect the way I am. #Quote by Bijou Hunter

#108. Presidents of the United States tend to speak in God's name, although none of them has let on if He communicates by letter, fax, telephone, or telepathy. With or without His approval, in 2006 God was proclaimed chairman of the Republican Party of Texas.

That said, the All Powerful, who is even on the dollar bill, was a shining absence at the time of independence. The constitution did not mention Him. At the Constitutional Convention, when a prayer was suggested, Alexander Hamilton responded: 'We don't need foreign aid.'

On his deathbed, George Washington wanted no prayers or priest or minister or anything.

Benjamin Franklin said divine revelation was nothing but poppy-cock.

'My mind is my own church,' affirmed Thomas Paine, and President John Adams believed that 'this world be the best of all possible worlds if there were no religion in it.'

According to Thomas Jefferson, Catholic priests and Protestant minsters were 'soothsayers and necromancers' who divided humanity, making 'one half the world fools, and the other half hypocrites. #Quote by Eduardo Galeano

#109. I am a runaway, lost at sea.
I am a broken bird, yearning to fly free.
I am a sinner, unworthy and unholy.
I am a rose, wilting slowly.
I am a raindrop, touching your cheek.
I am a child who plays hide and seek.
I am nothing, and yet I am everything.
I am contradictions and complexities.
I am a face with a hundred entities.
I am love and I am hate.
I am the voice that cannot communicate.
I am a melody, haunting and sad.
I am a soul that has slowly gone mad.
I am death in a living body.
I am a dangerous opium poppy.
I am rage, running through my veins.
I am pain, bound in chains.
I am isolation, imprisoned in my mind.
I am abandoned and left behind.
I am tenderness, soft and kind.
I am trust, naïve and blind.
I am remorse, shattered and frozen.
I am the path I have not chosen.
I am sadness, drowning in an ocean.
I am faith, yearning for devotion.
I am madness, rebellious and wild.
I am sanity, safely filed.
I am wisdom, cursed and blessed.
I am a name that will burn in your chest. I am a journey, destination unknown.
I am a heart turned to stone.
I am forever alone. #Quote by Mina Alexia

#110. Filled with determination, she pounded on Leo's door. "Wake up, slugabed!"
A string of foul words filtered through the heavy oak panels.
Grinning, Amelia went into Poppy's room. She pulled the curtains open, releasing clouds of dust that caused her to sneeze. "Poppy, it's ... achoo! ... time to get out of bed."
The covers had been drawn completely over Poppy's head. "Not yet," came her muffled protest.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Amelia eased the covers away from her nineteen-year-old sister. Poppy was groggy and sleep-flushed, her cheek imprinted with a line left by a fold of the bedclothes. Her brown hair, a warmer, ruddier tint than Amelia's, was a wild mass of tangles.
"I hate morning," Poppy mumbled. "And I'm sure I don't like being awakened by someone who looks so bloody pleased about it."
"I'm sorry." Continuing to smile, Amelia stroked her sister's hair away from her face repeatedly. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#111. I tell you now, my poppy, for years, I never thought I would again be happy. Never again." He tucked me closer and finished on a rough whisper. "So I never imagined I could be happier. #Quote by Kristen Ashley

#112. Quantin crept closer to the knoll. A pungent smell passed through his nostrils up into his brain. Attracted by the poppies' scarlet smears, he was about to take another step when he felt a hand on his elbow. A man in a poppy-red jacket, his pupils dilated, smiled warningly.
"No strangers allowed. Go away."
"I don't understand ... "
"Understanding is strictly forbidden. Even dreams have the right to dream. Isn't that so? Now go away. #Quote by Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

#113. Colonies are much, much more. Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit. Where he can fall on his slender prey roaring as loud as he feels like, and guzzle her blood with open joy. Eh? Where he can just wallow and rut and let himself go in a softness, a receptive darkness of limbs, of hair as woolly as the hair on his own forbidden genitals. Where the poppy, and cannabis and coca grow full and green, and not to the colors and style of death, as do ergot and agaric, the blight and fungus native to Europe. Christian Europe was always death, Karl, death and repression. Out and down in the colonies, life can be indulged, life and sensuality in all its forms, with no harm done to the Metropolis, nothing to soil those cathedrals, white marble statues, noble thoughts. . . . No word ever gets back. The silences down here are vast enough to absorb all behavior, no matter how dirty, how animal it gets. . . . #Quote by Thomas Pynchon

#114. Quentin wasn't stupid, despite living what his father called 'a lifestyle unworthy of yourself'. #Quote by Ros Baxter

#115. Towns like Launceston, Longford, Evandale and other current-day hubs of poppy production in north and central Tasmania had been settled by tens of thousands of British and Irish convicts transported here in the early 19th century as a cheap alternative to prisons in the British Isles. They were followed by thousands of so-called free settlers, who built communities with main streets still lined by two- and three-story pink sandstone buildings. #Quote by Anonymous

#116. Patience, Loo-Sha," Soren said as he leaned a shoulder against the wall. To this, Zun snorted a single laugh.
"That is like telling the wind to stop blowing," he added, deadpan. #Quote by Poppy Rhys

#117. Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and Brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. #Quote by Aimee Bender

#118. I love her and hate her at the same time. I even love the parts of her that I hate, her vitality and her colour, her disruption and disorder, her humour and her despair, her conceit and her narcissism, her everything that isn't me. #Quote by Poppy Adams

#119. Whoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think? - Poppy Wyatt #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#120. They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#121. She still took my breath away with how beautiful she was. "Hei, Poppymin," I said and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Hey, baby," she replied, her voice now barely above a whisper. I brought my hand to hers and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

Poppy smiled and melted my heart. A loud gust of wind blew past the window, whistling against the glass. Poppy inhaled sharply. I turned to see what she was seeing.

A mass of blossom petals went sailing in the wind.

"They're leaving…," she said.

I closed my eyes briefly. It was apt that Poppy left the same day that the cherry blossoms lost their petals too.

They were guiding her soul home. #Quote by Tillie Cole

#122. There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuck everything up. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#123. He noticed that a bedraggled and desiccated pink poppy was growing out of a crack where the wall of the teacher's house intersected with the cobbles of the street. #Quote by Louis De Bernieres

#124. Some of the food in Liquor is food I've really eaten filtered through a veil of fiction. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#125. Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess. #Quote by Walter Savage Landor

#126. Terry remembered a summer two or three years ago when there had been a plague of luna moths (...) One night Ghost has mused aloud that to the bats, the moths' blood must taste like crème de la menthe. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#127. Final Disposition

Others divided closets full of mother's things.
From the earth, I took her poppies.
I wanted those fandango folds
of red and black chiffon she doted on,
loving the wild and Moorish music of them,
coating her tongue with the thin skin
of their crimson petals.

Snapping her fingers, flamenco dancer,
she'd mock the clack of castanets
in answer to their gypsy cadence.
She would crouch toward the flounce of flowers,
twirl, stamp her foot, then kick it out
as if to lift the ruffles, scarlet
along the hemline of her yard.

And so, I dug up, soil and all,
the thistle-toothed and gray-green clumps
of leaves, the testicle seedpods and hairy stems
both out of season, to transplant them in my less-exotic garden. There, they bloom
her blood's abandon, year after year,
roots holding, their poppy heads nodding
a carefree, opium-ecstatic, possibly forever sleep. #Quote by Jane Glazer

#128. Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot. When I asked if he was cold, he said just think hot. #Quote by Jimmy Buffett

#129. Right there in the hallway, exactly where you'd expect the bathrooms to be, there were three of them. One sign had a blue person in pants. And one sign had a red person with a cute flip hairstyle in a skirt. And one sign was half of each, a person whose left, blue leg was in pants and whose right, red leg came out from under a skirt. Claude - and Poppy - stood for a long time looking at it, making sure if wasn't a trick, making sure they understood. It seemed impossible, but here it was. For the first time in their whole, whole lives, there was a right door.

Inside, there was a bathroom. Sinks, toilets, toilet paper even. Ordinary. Nothing special. A miracle. #Quote by L Frankel

#130. The man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had. #Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

#131. They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more. #Quote by Czeslaw Milosz

#132. [Winston]: " ... I never felt everything was completely safe. I think part of me knew I'd gained you through false means."
... "Win," [Poppy] whispered against his mouth, "my heart was always yours, never think otherwise. #Quote by Kristen Callihan

#133. Cicadas," Poppy said. "This is the only place you'll see them in England. They're usually found only in the tropics. Only a male cicada makes that noise- it's said to be a mating song."
"How do you know he's not commenting on the weather?"
Sending him a provocative sideways glance, Poppy murmured, "Well, mating is rather a male preoccupation, isn't it?"
Harry smiled. "If there's a more interesting subject," he said, "I have yet to discover it. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#134. If you're a freelance writer and aren't used to being ignored, neglected, and generally given short shrift, you must not have been in the business very long.
#Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#135. Marigold stops infection. Coltsfoot eases breathing. Poppy seed soothes pain and shock and brings sleep. #Quote by Erin Hunter

#136. Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. #Quote by Francis Thompson

#137. Out here the wild things are healthy, the old trees whose roots find sustenance far below the ill-used layer of topsoil, the occasional rosebush gone to green thicket and thorns, the unstoppable kudzu. It is as if they have decided to take back the land for their own. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#138. Exercise makes me a better parent. I'm calmer and happier. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#139. We crept round the corner for the stairs.
"You will see Poppy entertaining the guard above." Entertaining? I thought, disgusted, but went on. #Quote by Janet Lee Carey

#140. You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature. #Quote by Jennifer L. Armentrout

#141. For no one really knows what color is, where it is, even whether it is. (Can it die? Does it have a heart?) Think of a honeybee, for instance, flying into the folds of a poppy: it sees a gaping violet mouth, where we see an orange flower and assume that it's orange, that we're normal. 39. #Quote by Maggie Nelson

#142. We kill on Halloween," the girl adds, excited to share this with you. "Why?" you ask, feeling helpless. "Tell them why we kill, Poppy. #Quote by David Warkentin

#143. Self-esteem comes from the Lord, not other people. Why should we care what other's think? #Quote by Kristin Billerbeck

#144. And what was I if not death's ghostwriter? #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#145. I carried my pint to a corner table and sat just looking at it for a moment: the head of foam, the tiny bubbles ascending through clear gold, the droplets condensing on the sides of the glass, then running down to form a wet circle on the beer mat. Reputations are ruined, marriages destroyed, lifes works forsaken for the beauty of such a sight. There are seven thousand pubs in London. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#146. If it's in the bin, it's public property. #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#147. In fact, she realized when they finally found their table and sat down, every single woman at the banquet was dressed in some variation of back. Black silk, black chiffon, black with beads, black with rhinestones, short black cocktail dresses, black evening dresses, and even black pantsuits. All black. There was no way she was going to get lost in this crowd, not in her pink-and-orange poppy print #Quote by Leslie Meier

#148. My home has a split personality. Some of the rooms are very French antique. Think Aubusson rugs, turquoise ceramic jugs, sandbag pillows, and broken birdcages. The other half is very Aztec. Neon ikat fabric pillows, vintage books piled up to the ceiling, and shutters from Bali. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#149. Maybe you can bring that up at the next fan club meeting too."
"Hey! I don't even know what you're talking about, okay? I hear things when I'm on my travels. I don't even care about stuff like that." I cared so hard. I had actually gone three times to the fan club meeting. They knew me as Mervin. I had a backstory and everything. It was my turn to bring muffins next time. I was considering poppy seed. Or cranberry. Fun. #Quote by T.J. Klune

#150. It's one of the things Cam and I discussed last evening- he said it's characteristic of Hathaway women, this need for demonstrations of affection."
Amused and fascinated, Poppy made a face. "What else did he say?"
Harry's mood altered with quicksilver speed. He threw her a dazzling grin. "He compared it to working with Arabian horses... they're responsive, quick, but they need their freedom. You never master an Arabian... you become its companion." He paused. "At least, I think that's what he said. I was half dead from exhaustion, and we were drinking brandy."
"That sounds like Cam." Poppy raised her gaze heavenward. "And after dispensing this advice, he sent you to me, the horse."
Harry stopped and pulled her against him, nudging her braid aside to kiss her neck. "Yes," he whispered. "And what a nice ride it was. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#151. I'd much rather do an obviously commercial writing project than get a day job. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#152. Once you decide on the best poison for the termination, you must work out the correct concentration. For instance, I know that five milligrams of cetratranic acid dropped into a bell-jar with a single moth will take about three seconds to stun it. I know that seven milligrams will anaesthetize it and ten is enough to kill it, providing the moth does not weight more than 3.5 grams. I also know that to kill fifty moths you need five times the concentration or volume of killing fluid, but to kill seven thousand you'd need only two hundred times the concentration. I know that potassium chloride could never kill a larger moth and potassium sulphide would only ever be strong enough to anaesthetize it. I know that cyanide kills anything. But what I don't know right now is the precise amount I will need to kill Vivien. #Quote by Poppy Adams

#153. Will there be poppy juice in it?"
Phresine shook her head.
"Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned. #Quote by Megan Whalen Turner

#154. Julia had been angry most of her life. She may have grown up in wealth and privilege but she'd had to fight to be heard and seen. To be validated. To be something other than a piece to be moved around her parents' Monopoly board. Rage had given her a voice against their manipulations and the guts to walk away. But it had also become ingrained.
There were times when she'd contemplated therapy for it. Right now, she was pleased she hadn't.
If anything could kill this cancer it would be the weight of Julia's wrath. #Quote by Amy Andrews

#155. Day by day, the superficial mask she'd donned chafed more and more; and no matter how many disguises Persis took on as the Poppy, she couldn't help but feel they fit her better than the one she wore at home. #Quote by Diana Peterfreund

#156. The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#157. I always try to make things fun. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#158. And Poppy, remember that someday you will meet a frog who will turn into a handsome prince."
"Good," Beatrix said. "Because all she's met so far are princes who turn into frogs."
"Mr. Bayning is not a frog," Poppy protested.
"You're right," Beatrix said. "That was very unfair to frogs, who are lovely creatures. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#159. I want a good life, and I want passion and romance. But I was raised to see one as a waste and the other as distasteful, and no matter how hard I try, I can't stop feeling like "Poppy Danforth" has become synonymous with waste and distaste, even though I've done everything I possibly can to escape that feeling… #Quote by Sierra Simone

#160. This isn't appropriate. I'm the Maiden. Or was. Whatever. I'm the definition of appropriate."
He stared at me. "Besides the fact that you are not the definition of appropriate, everyone in this keep knows that we've already shared a bed, Poppy."
"Well, that's just…" My face burned. "That's just great. #Quote by Jennifer L. Armentrout

#161. Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters #Quote by Jack London

#162. Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?"
"It is." Jon took her hand.
"Good," she whispered. "I wanted t' see one proper castle, before ... before I ... "
"You'll see hundred castles. The battle's done. Maester Aemon will see to you. You're kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we'll get milk of the poppy for the pain."
She just smiled at that. "D'you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so."
"We'll go back to the cave," he said." You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not."
"Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying. #Quote by George R R Martin

#163. The debt between a child and her mother could never be repaid, like running a foot race against someone fifteen miles ahead of you. What hope did you have of catching up? It didn't matter how many Mother's Day cards you drew, how many cliches and vows of devotions you put inside them. You could tell her she was your favorite parent, wink like you were co-conspirators, fill her in on every trivial detail of your life. None of it was enough. It had taken me years to figure this out: you would never love your mother as much as she loved you. She had formed memories of you since you were a poppy seed in her belly. You didn't begin making your own memories until three, four, five years old? She'd had a running start. She had known you before you even existed. How could we compete with that? We couldn't. We accepted that our mothers held their love over us, let them parade it around like a flashy trinket, because their love was superior to ours. #Quote by Stephanie Wrobel

#164. That's what everyone forgets these days: there's a fine line between sanity and insanity. Lots of people are on the edge. We can't be in perfect balance all the time. #Quote by Poppy Adams

#165. An album for me as a teenager in the '70s was a fully formed concept. It was a body of work from an artist I liked or trusted or who excited me. Maybe one of the songs is really poppy and you listen to it on the radio as a hit single and then more of the world is about to find out about this artist by buying the record. #Quote by Christopher Bollen

#166. When you spend seven years with a group of people and suddenly you're not together, it's very jarring. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#167. You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#168. Their attention was caught by the increasingly animated conversation between Beatrix and Annandale. "…I can climb a tree as well as any of the Ramsay estate woodsmen," Beatrix was telling him.
"I don't believe you," the earl declared, tremendously entertained.
"Oh, yes. Off with the skirts, off with the corset, I put on a pair of breeches, and--"
"Beatrix," Audrey interrupted, before this scandalous discussion of intimate apparel progressed any further. "I just caught a glimpse of Poppy in the next room. It's been ages since I've seen her. And I've never been introduced to her husband."
"Oh." Reluctantly Beatrix turned her attention away from Annandale. "Shall I take you to them?"
"Yes." Audrey seized her arm.
Annandale looked disgruntled, his black brows lowering as Audrey propelled Beatrix away.
Christopher bit back a grin. "What do you think of her?" he asked.
Annandale replied without hesitation. "I would marry her myself, were I five years younger."
"Five?" Christopher repeated skeptically.
"Ten, damn you." But a slight smile had appeared on the earl's time-weathered face. "I commend you on your choice. She's a spirited girl. Fearless. Lovely in her own way, and with her charm she has no need of true beauty. You'll need to keep a firm hand on the reins, but the trouble will be worth it." He paused, looking wistful. "Once you've had a woman like that, you can never be content with the ordinary kind."
Christopher had b #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#169. With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#170. I'm the girliest girl you'll ever meet. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#171. the poppy crop is the only thing keeping the economy going. And if we don't buy it terrorists will and use the enormous profits from dealing the drugs to attack us. Lesser of two evils; sometimes it's the only choice we have." "It's still wrong," Michelle persisted. "And what Valerie did was criminal." "Valerie was a rogue clear and simple. As crazy as it sounds I believe she was going to kill you both after the torture was done, and she probably believed she'd get away with it. The role of the #Quote by David Baldacci

#172. The skull always grinned because it knew it would emerge triumphant, that it would comprise the sole identity of the face long after vain baubles like lips and skin and eyes were gone. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#173. I don't want to pretend," I whispered. "I'm Poppy and you're Casteel, and this is real. #Quote by Jennifer L. Armentrout

#174. Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#175. It might do wonders for your marriage," Amelia continued. "It's lovely to talk to your husband after you've been to bed together. They just lie there feeling grateful and say yes to everything." - Amelia to Poppy #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#176. I don't think it is possible to give tips for finding one's voice; it's one of those things for which there aren't really any tricks or shortcuts, or even any advice that necessarily translates from writer to writer. All I can tell you is to write as much as possible. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#177. Life was about making choices. Making mistakes was how you learnt. #Quote by Poppy Inkwell

#178. And that's another thing. What if I were to talk to Tanker, find out if he's happy at the Polonius Room, see if maybe he wants to come back? He was always such a key part of this kitchen."
Rickey pointed a chocolate-smudged finger at Lenny. "Don't you dare. If I decide I want to talk to him, I'll talk to him. I told you, I don't need you handling my business for me."
"I understand," Lenny said, making a mental note to call Tanker. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#179. I would say I spend about an hour a day cleansing and moisturising after all of the make-up I've worn on jobs, and on weekends I tend to go bare-faced to give my skin a bit of a break. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#180. Yes, linseed oil. I used to use poppy oil, but I have heard that poppy oil is given to cracking pigment too, so I use it no longer. #Quote by Edward Hopper

#181. Cat doesn't have to work. She's a woman of independent means. I settled enough money on her to allow her the freedom to do anything she wished. She went to boarding school for four years, and stayed to teach for another two. Eventually she came to me and said she'd accepted a position as a governess for the Hathaway family. I believe you were in France with Win at the time. Cat went for the interview, Cam and Amelia liked her, Beatrix and Poppy clearly needed her, and no one seemed inclined to question her lack of experience."
"Of course not," Leo said acidly. "My family would never bother with something so insignificant as job experience. I'm sure they started the interview by asking what her favorite color was. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#182. There's no new direction. It's not more poppy or more rocky. They're just rock'n'roll tunes. I'll never change the music I write. #Quote by Noel Gallagher

#183. I was sick of fast, aggressive music; I felt like I needed to make a poppy thing. But, right now, I feel like I need to make a Hawkwind/Sabbath record. It gets boring if you just do the same thing all the time. #Quote by Ty Segall

#184. The Trial of Poppy Moon is free over Easter. #Quote by John Corder

#185. I think film had a terrible effect on horror fiction particularly in the 80s, with certain writers turning out stuff as slick and cliched as Hollywood movies. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#186. Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#187. When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
And sweet the little breeze of melody
The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
And blazes 'mid the corn. #Quote by Francis Ledwidge

#188. What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger. #Quote by Johann Georg Hamann

#189. I'm outspoken and I'm headstrong. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#190. I'm sure her vagina isn't sticking out." I look at Poppy. "Jesus, it's not sticking out is it?"
"Go say something encouraging to that girl, Warren."
I pull Lilla's arm along, because I'll be damned, if there's a hideous vagina sticking out I'm not foregoing this shit alone. #Quote by Pella Grace

#191. But Harry ... even if we had met and married three years ago, you'd still say it wasn't enough time."
"You're right. I can't think of a single day of my life that wouldn't have been improved with you in it."
"Darling," she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, "that's lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts."
Harry nipped at her finger. "Are you mocking me?"
"Not at all," Poppy said, smiling. "I know how you feel about gears and mechanisms. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#192. Of course. Women are agile and fast." Poppy smiled ruefully. "Not enough to elude you, it seems."
- Harry & Poppy #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#193. Let the night come. We are not afraid. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#194. You get so much more out of life by being supportive and having loving friends who are there for you. Good friendships can make your heart light; it can make you feel giddy; it can make you feel like when you fall in love. #Quote by Poppy Delevingne

#195. She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance. Poppy-and-James. #Quote by L.J.Smith

#196. New Orleans cuisine is Creole rather than Cajun. #Quote by Poppy Z. Brite

#197. Poppy – she's like…all this goodness wrapped up in one person. I want to have that … I want to deserve to have that. #Quote by Helena Hunting

#198. I never know why shows succeed or don't succeed, which is why I look at it as, 'I'll do the best work that I can', and if the fans and people respond then I'm always really flattered and honored, and if they don't then I'll try and do something next time that they like better. But I have no idea what makes a hit show, I really don't. #Quote by Poppy Montgomery

#199. All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy. #Quote by Jonathan Swift

#200. Poppy was every fine, good, unselfish impulse that he would never have. She was every caring thought, loving gesture, happy moment, that he would never know. She was every minute of peaceful sleep that would forever elude him.
- Harry's thoughts #Quote by Lisa Kleypas