Quotes by Shannon Mullen, See What Flowers

“Maybe loves more than the daily comforts: more than morning coffees and flowers and notes in my lunch bag and holding hands while watching the stars. Its about never giving up, believing in each ot...”

“Can you revive wilted tulips?”

“Of course her dumb Labs going to do whatever it takes to retrieve the ball. What he craves more than freedom is companionship.”

“Sometimes our heroes let us down.”

“Maybe the truth doesnt exist if you look the other way.”

“He nods, looking through the pictures on the screen on the back of his camera. Some relationships can only exist as memories. But unlike ephemeral digital images that can be sorted and deleted, we ...”

“With thousands of years of history frozen in time, it's no wonder that many southerners like me romanticize the north as a place where we can freeze our former selves, thaw, and then bloom anew. He...”

“Sometimes you just gotta accept that hope is gone.”

“Somehow I find the energy to continue the run. Part of the high that comes after finishing a long run is overcoming the wall, that point when your body crashes but your mind keeps moving you forward.”

“The idea to go West just fell into my lap from the sky. Go west, young man. Thats how the best ideas happen. Just out of nowhere. When youre not even thinking. Like theyve been created for you and ...”

“Suddenly, Im lighter, only half of who I was.”

“The west coast is a mecca for wild hearts, wild minds, wild spirits and Im a WMDIve got so much energy Im about to explode.”

“My mind feels like a race car on the track, getting faster and faster every time I pause to think or blink or try to focus on anything. Nothing can keep up to it, not the other cars, not my body, n...”

“The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.”

“Its hopeless, trying to recruit a stranger to help me find someone whos a stranger to him. But then again, we are all strangers to ourselves, caught up in the monotony of daily life, stuck in our r...”

“In a way, were all addicts by nature.”

“A bus drives past and Im nauseated by a whiff of exhaust. Then rotting fish. The rancid stench of sewage. Is it garbage day? Im trapped in the pungent fog, in the dreary suburban-style shops, the r...”