“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”

“And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.*People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.”

“A flower blooms in my heart. You may call that love, but I call it water conservation.”

“You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?""Yes""How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.”

“May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.”

“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?Because the lovely little flower is freeDown to its root, and in that freedom bold.”