Primrose Quotes

“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Pandora wandered to the other side of the path to stare blindly at a bed of yellow primroses. What was the meaning of primroses? Chastity? No, that was orange blossoms... Was it constancy?...
Gabriel was still speaking. "Litchfield believes property law will continue to be reformed in the future. But as things stand now, the moment after the marriage vows are spoken, you'll lose your legal independence and control of your business. However-" He paused. "Don't start drifting. This next part is important."
"I wasn't drifting. I was only trying to remember what primroses mean. Would it be innocence, or is that for daisies? I think it's for-"
"I can't live without you."
Pandora turned to face him sharply, her eyes wide.
"The meaning of primroses," Gabriel said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"How do you know that?"
He looked wry. "My sisters often discuss drivel like flower symbolism. No matter how I try to ignore it, some of it seeps through.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Different from all other essences in the world the smell of primroses has a sweetness that is faint and tremulous, and yet possesses a sort of tragic intensity. There exists in this flower, its soft petals, its cool, crinkled leaves, its pinkish stalk that breaks at a touch, something which seems able to pour its whole self into the scent it flings on the air. Other flowers have petals that are fragrant. The primrose has something more than that. The primrose throws its very life into this essence of itself which travels upon the air.”
― John Cowper Powys, A Glastonbury Romance

“What are you doing?"
"I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her," he says. "I thought we could plant them along the side of the house."
I look at the bushes, the clods of dirt hanging from their roots, and catch my breath as the word /rose/ registers. I'm about to yell vicuous things at Peeta when the full name comes to me. Not plain rose but evening primrose. The flower my sister was named for.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“friends are so much work,
so much upkeep.
i don’t know how you do it,
or even why.
you charge your phone at night,
but never yourself.
you were not born introverted,
is that your gift?
it’s wednesday,
i’m tired already.
how do you look forward to things?
how is that your release?
authors, a terribly introverted lot.
thank you for profiling,
i’m embarrassed it’s accurate.”
― L.P. Cowling, The Primrose Pages