Wisteria Quotes

“There is much to be said for cherry blossoms, but they seem so flighty. They are so quick to run off and leave you. And then just when your regrets are the strongest the wisteria comes into bloom, and it blooms on into the summer. There is nothing quite like it. Even the color is somehow companionable and inviting.”
― Murasaki Shikibu, The Tale of Genji

“Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking out the window, looking for the cat again, though I didn't tell myself so, and observing how our bougainvillea had all but covered the high walls that enclosed us and kept us safe from the rest of the world. The wisteria was also fierce in its growth, even reaching out from the brick walls to the railing of the rear balcony and finding its way up to the roof.
I could never quite take for granted the lush flowers of New Orleans.
Indeed, they filled me with happiness whenever I stopped to really look at them and surrender to their fragrance, as though I still had the right to do so, as though I still were part of nature, as though I were still a mortal man.”
― Anne Rice, Merrick

“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Signa Farrow was like water: quiet, thoughtful, clever. But Blythe held the passion of fervent flames. She was a fire, all-consuming and never satiated, and Aris could not stop himself from some compulsive need to be burned.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“Blythe was a leech on his mind, sucking him dry of all rational thoughts. From the time he awoke crafting plans for that day's adventure to when he set his head upon his pillow and let his mind replay memories of her laughter, she engrossed him, stuck in his head like an inescapable song.

Aris had fallen for someone before, and what a fool he'd been for it. For his life was infinite, and Blythe's was a short and fragile thing- It would have been better if she died now, before such feelings ensnared him. She was a parasite, one of which Aris had no idea how to free himself from.

So why was it that he so desperately wanted her to live? To watch her eyes light up when she tasted the richest chocolate, and to see her fall so heartbreakingly in love with the world he thought he'd grown numb to?

Aris has never minded the passing of time. He could go ages before he ever cared enough to glance up from his work and discover how many years had passed. But every moment with Blythe was one in which he found himself wishing that time could be infinite. This girl had dug herself a home beneath his skin, and his body burned every time he earned a smile from her lips.

He despised her for it, and yet he could not pull himself away.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“You are the girl who cannot die, and I am the girl who will always continue to live. There will be periods of our lives when we may not have each other, but you and I are destined. No matter what happens, you will never escape me for long.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“The wisteria looked bare and vulnerable clinging to the arbor, but somewhere deep inside its branches was the promise of spring, and when I looked closely, I saw a few pale green shoots emerging from the trunk.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“He was in every inch of her home and hearth, and in the very fabric of the world itself.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“This ignorant beast of a girl had consumed his every thought whether it be waking or dreaming, and he couldn't shake her no matter how hard he'd tried. Blythe was a sponge for the world and all its delights, and day by day Aris found himself craving her.

He wanted her. Her mind, her body, her time. He wanted her.”
― Adalyn Grace, Wisteria

“I was alone.
I twisted back, staring at the ceiling covered with wisteria flowers—a multitude of colors dropping from the arched beams,embellishing the entire room in greens, purples, pinks and whites. This bedroom was nicer than the dungeons I thought I’d spend my night in. The lavish oversized bed was comfortable, the soft feathered-stuffed duvets gentle on my body. The faded rosy wallpaper added a touch of whimsical femininity to the otherwise daunting palace.”
― Tetyana Walker, A Rising Hope

“Wisteria never forgets.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers