Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!
A picture of a complete apple tree, however accurate, is in a certain sense much less like the tree itself than is a little daisy.
Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market.
I was sitting on the roof, and she didn't see me. I sit on the roof a lot. People never think to look up.
I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.
Gods must be crazy Flowers must be daisy Clouds must be hazy Winds must be lazy What else it could be… My heart must be in love lately…
Benjamin Button: I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. Daisy: Some things last.
[to Hoke on his first day of work] Idella: I wouldn't be in your shoes if the Sweet Lord Jesus come down and asked me himself.
When we were trying to get the money for Driving Miss Daisy, everyone kept saying no one could direct it well enough to entertain an audience for 100 minutes essentially watching three people chatting in the kitchen.
...Daisy doesn't even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom... you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there's no silver lining at the end of that book...
And I had nine years to sort out how I feel about you... nine years. It's not impulsive to want to be with you, Daisy. If anything, it's long overdue.
And when again it’s morning, they’ ll wash away. Here it’s safe, here it’s warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Your like Martha Stewart on crack,” my neighbor shouted as I stuck another cardinal in with the daisies.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Like a daisy fortune, The pendulum of time Beats in Dilara’s heart Loves me, loves me not... -Tomris October 1942, p.305.
When love dissipates, it’s like dancing with daisies at midnight, and you don’t get easy at it when you’re deceased. And make no mistake, you will die before romance will.
Daisy: And in the spring, 2003, he looked at me. And I knew, that he knew, who I was. And then he closed his eyes, as if to go to sleep.
[first lines] Daisy: What are you looking at, Caroline? Caroline: The wind, mom. [yawns] Caroline: They say the hurricane is coming.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job. John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
[to Harry] Karen: Now which doll shall we give Daisy's little friend Emily? The one that looks like a transvestite or the one that looks like a dominatrix?
Alice: Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk. The Rose: But of course we can talk, my dear. Orchid: If there's anyone around worth talking to. Daisy: Or about. [giggles]
