Picking Daisies on Sundays Quotes

“I tried to stop loving you, but along the way, you found your way into the sound of my laugh, the style of my writing, and the threads of my clothes”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Every poem in there is about you. Everything I wrote came back to you.” “My favorite flowers were always daisies.” “I'm saying that if I knew four years ago that you loved me, I would've never let you go.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“I want to be noticed in a crowded room. I want to be the only person in a crowded room. I want to be wanted, truly wanted, and desired. I want to laugh and to sing and to dance with someone and not feel self-conscious over it because I love them and I’m confident that they love me. I want to be touched and kissed and held because I’ve forgotten what it feels like…and yet, I think I deserve it.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“I feel lucky to have had you, but dismayed to know what life is like without you”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“I’ll buy you flowers every day for the rest of my life if it makes you this happy.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“You intoxicate me, Daisy. The scent of flowers lingers on you everywhere you go, and I always want to follow,”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“You’re spring, baby. You’re more radiant than flowers and the sun and no one can take that away from you.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“To be close to you was to be haunted by what I couldn’t have and to be reminded of how much I truly wanted you”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“The lover and the archer, they’d call it. The girl who kept falling in love, and the boy who could receive love from whomever he aimed his heart at.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Do you hear that? That’s my heart knocking against my chest at the sight of you / I’ve never heard anything more terrifying / how could you provide me air and suffocate me at the same time?”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy,” – Don’t Blame Me, Taylor Swift”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“This one,” he said, stopping me in front of a grand painting that covered the wall. It was a painting of a pale, well-dressed woman. She wore a voluminous dress that overtook her plush chair; seated at a desk in front of a window, she clutched flowers and a note. It breathed of sunlight; each color used in the painting had a yellow or orange hue. Reading the plaque on the wall, it said: “Love Letters” by Jean Honoré Fragonard.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Because when you find out the person you’ve been in love with for your entire life loves you back, you’ll spend the rest of your life making up for lost time.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“You look at me with conviction when I don't even know the crime I committed.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Don't worry if the flowers pass, I'll be right there to plant you more. And when the soil grows old, I'll comfort it in the chaos of the storm.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“She lives in between the pinks and yellows of the world, where a beautiful color is unknown to others, and when she speaks, I become a bee enthralled in a field of daisies.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“The whole book,” he breathed. “Every poem in there is about you. Everything I wrote came back to you.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Don’t worry if the flowers pass, I’ll be right there to plant you more”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“For the hopeless, and hopeful, romantics who don’t know they’re noticed in a crowded room.”
― liana cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays