Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.
He wouldn't call a glass of water half full or half empty; he'd assume it was poisoned and run away.
I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
Sandra Bloom: You don't even know me. Young Ed Bloom: I have the rest of my life to find out.
Young Ed Bloom: You don't know me, but my name's Edward Bloom... And I love you.
Will Bloom: [to Edward Bloom] Dad, I have no idea who you are because you have never told me a single fact.
The three species of pine native to Wisconsin (white, red and jack) differ radically in their opinions about marriageable age. The precocious jackpine sometimes bloom and bears cones a year or two after leaving the nursery, and a few of my 13-year-ol...
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a tem...
I'm still waiting for Peter Jackson to let me play an elf. I want to play Orlando Bloom's father. No, Orlando Bloom's younger, hotter brother. I don't think it's going to happen.
Love sparkles and shines out from those giving and receiving it. It can be seen and felt. Love causes flowers to bloom providing beauty. It causes hearts to bloom, providing the beauty that is instilled within me and you.
Lou Bloom: You don't work with me, you're someone I sell to Nina Romina: And I don't wanna fuck that up. Lou Bloom: What if by saying no you fuck it up?
Max Bialystock: Who are you and why are you loitering in my hallway? Leo Bloom: [is silent] Max Bialystock: Well? Speak dummy! Speak! Leo Bloom: [gapsing] ... can't... scared...
Drunk: Eternally grateful... A TOAST! Max Bialystock: A TOAST! Leo Bloom: A TOAST... to what? Drunk: To... to toast, I love toast. Max Bialystock: To toast. Leo Bloom: To toast.
Senior Ed Bloom: What do you want, Will? Who do you want me to be? Will Bloom: Just yourself. Good, bad, everything. Just show me who you are for once.
Senior Ed Bloom: I've told you a thousand facts, Will, that's what I do. I tell stories. Will Bloom: You tell lies, Dad.
Human life can be liken to that of a flower, its beautiful when it blooms, though yours may delay but when it blooms, it will be the rarest and the most beautiful of all.
I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and laughter 'til they bloom, 'til you yourself burst into bloom.
If two wrongs don't make a right, try three.
The Rose does not preen herself to catch my eye. She blooms because she blooms. A saint is a saint until he knows he is one.
It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.
