Wildflower Quotes

“If you keep going, you’re going to pass out again,’ Willoh says. Not as a threat, just as a fact. ‘Although…’ He catches up to my side and leans forward. I throw him the smallest of glances. ‘Look at you, in your cute dress, with flowers in your hair. On second thought, by all means, keep going. When you faint, maybe you’ll fall into my arms.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“I want flowers in my hair and him against my lips. I want the cottage garden and the aroma of wildflowers and the sound of birdsong. I want Gill in my lap and cozy afternoons with tea and cake and clear skies. I want the peace of that life with the people I love.
I want to make the most beautiful bouquets and find the rarest flora. I want my flowers to continue to make a difference. I want my flowers to change lives, as they changed mine.
I want to choose myself. Be myself. Find out who I am without my curse. And I will. I promise. That’s the truth.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Geranium
“Save the next dance for me”
bliss, good health
and joy
home”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved flowers. She spent her days waltzing through fields under the light of the sun. “Thank you for your generosity,” said the bees. “I want nothing else but this,” lied the girl.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was cursed. She spent her days trapped in a cage, suffocated by the shadows. “No one trusts you,” said the darkness. “Tell us the truth,” said the captors. “It would be my pleasure,” lied the girl.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was loved. In the coldest of nights, a constellation of hands reached forth. “Come,” they said. “We love you like the birds love the sky, like the rivers love the sea. We do not need the sum of you, we do not need your candor. We need only your honest smile.”
The girl stood and welcomed the voices that willed her toward freedom. She left her chains behind and followed the dawn.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Baby’s Breath
often used in
wedding ceremonies
pair with Queen Anne’s lace
for sanctuary and safety
everlasting love
and affection”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“People I’m not even close to, people I’ve barely spoken to… they’re choosing to risk themselves for me. I made a difference. My flowers made a difference. I’ve helped people and made them feel understood, accepted, worthy of love, worthy of time and kindness.
I never realized it was mutual. I never realized that I was worthy of such things. That anyone would step in and save me, reach down and pull me out of the water. That I’m not alone.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Bittersweet Nightshade
poisonous berries
protection against malicious forces
truth”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Butterfly weed
vitality and resilience
aids in letting go of grief
“let me go!”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“It’s delicate and effortless, like spending a full day lying in a grassy field, only to fall asleep and wake up hours later, drowsy but changed, a glow on my skin and butterflies in my hair, the smell of daisies in the breeze and no tension, no strain to be found. Falling for Will feels simple. It’s as natural as the sun rising over the citadel walls and glinting off the glass of my greenhouse, as reliable and real as the roses that grow there. Just as I do in the greenhouse, I lose time to him. He eclipses everything. And here, in this space we’ve built— in this trust we’ve created— I’m truly myself, and truly his.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Tell them you possessed Will. Tell them you’ve been poisoning the king!”
“I’ve been poisoning them both!” Morgana shouts.
She seizes in shock. Her eyes flare wide.
Fern’s arms around me loosen a fraction.
“What…?” the queen says.
“No—” Morgana resists, then clutches her neck. Oh, I know that feeling. I know her throat has closed up and squeezed like a vise. A taste of her own curse, thanks to the enchanted nightshade.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“I’m dazed, trembling in the brand-new dress. It’s a gorgeous pastel pink, with half sleeves that puff like a drooping petal and a sweetheart neckline above a corset with white boning and intricately laced satin ribbons. Pale chiffon flowers dot the bodice and decorate the dress, both on top and under a tulle skirt that floats in waterfall layers like the head of a bell flower. It’s beautiful.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“The Feiyan is daytime, the sun. The Odyssa grew in a pair and felt like… like the in-between, like dawn and dusk, sunrise and sunset.”
The Keeper nods, and if I’m not wrong, purses his mouth, impressed.
“And the Lunarie?” he prompts.
“The night. The moon’s glow. The energy that lies in darkness.”
“That’s correct. Put together in order, the Feiyan in the north, Odyssa to the east and west, and Lunarie in the south, they create a forever moving circle, an unbreakable loop, just like the cycle of days. Circles are often used in magic to amplify, as they’re an incredibly powerful conduit.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“The aroma is a world away from the musty air of the castle library. This place is luscious, like a field of roses in summer, or a grove of jasmine— exquisitely unique and refreshing. There’s a pinch of something sharp too, like the tinge of burnt metal and magic that fizzles on my tongue. I step forward on marble floors made of the richest navy and silver, mouth agape. Past the sparkles in the air, bookshelves grow in colossal rows toward a twinkling turquoise glass dome ceiling, not in sharp wooden lines, but in crooked curved grooves that house books of all sizes and shapes. The foyer we’re in heads in a few directions, but each path ends in a deep blue shadow, from which shuffles of turning pages and whispered conversations float.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“He painted the grandest visions of tall domed ceilings that glistened like the stars on a crisp winter night; of bookshelves that grew like mosaic-decorated branches of a tree, crammed with all the knowledge one could possibly imagine; and more. Where the students could study and thrive and access the deepest, most intimate archives, and residents could dedicate their lives to research. He talked about it over and over, until it was imprinted on my mind like an impossibly impressive legend, growing more and more nonsensical as the years went by.
He was exactly right.
The Library stands like a bold mountain under a late-afternoon sky, surrounded by open green fields that make sure it isn’t obstructed. It’s possibly three, no four, times the size of Alrick Castle, and wildly more interesting. Where the castle has gray-stone walls and four smooth turrets, the Library has at least ten colossal domed towers, shining like the bricks have been stamped with golden sunlight, and pierced with windows in all kinds of shapes— some paper-thin strips of glass, some rainbow-filled circles, and one large dome in the center that holds a giant bronze telescope perfect for reading the sky.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Clematis
grows on vines
“You will overcome
any challenge”
ingenuity and cleverness”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Freesia
a thoughtful gift
Card’s favorite!
trust and friendship”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Hyacinth
pair with olive to
ask for peace
deep regret
“Please forgive me”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“It was those flowers in your hair and your cute, frowny expression.”
“Frowny?”
“Yeah, you have a tough little scowl. Your eyes get all narrow and you pull your chin up. Ah, just like that.” He beams at my reaction. “It’s so at odds with the way you dress; it threw me off guard from the start. I didn’t realize someone so short could cause me so much trouble. You’re a persistent little wildflower.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“lilac
new love
pair with tulips to
declare first love
grows in sunny fields”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Yarrow
treats bleeding and fevers
“I hope it will get better”
cure for a broken heart”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“In my palm appears a single yellow dandelion. Its gentle magic tingles down my spine. It’s okay. I can protect you. You can find a way forward. It whispers a lullaby of encouragement and healing before the cluster of petals shrivels inward. It leaves no life for itself and wilts in my palm.
If I was feeling stronger, I’d burst into tears.
My flowers don’t usually wane so fast, but the dandelion knew I needed all the energy it had— its short life for a chance to save my own. And from such a common, overlooked species. Taking what it has offered feels like a betrayal. I’m so sorry.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Heather
pair with cattails to
wish for recovery
from sickness
new beginnings and
self-discovery
protection”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Apple blossom
sweet and fruity scent
life renews, even in the
face of hardship
“Beware!”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Here’s the sun, his golden glow and warm eyes, touching me like a precious petal, like I’m something to be cherished. There’s none of the anxiety I felt trying to please Lark. The affection I have for Will, this yearning, it’s spring flowers in full bloom, open and simply wonderful.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“When we enter the hidden grove, we leave the night behind. The air shines with sparkles of gold dust, and although the high ceiling is pitch-black, the ground glows a vivid green— a radiant reflection of the flowers that bloom across the stretch of grass before us. My breath catches. There must be more than thirty Lunaries here! Each one comes up to my shin, standing strong with a purple stem and lime-green almond-shaped petals that crackle. There's an energy within that's unlike any flame. It's intense and glimmering and beyond anything I could imagine. I don't need to use my lantern here.
"Oh, Will, thank you," I say, and bend to brush my fingertip over a stem. The magic inside burns with vitality and zest right down to the roots. It radiates through my skin and warms my bones, alive and very, very powerful.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Hawthorn
“I hope you return my
affections”
protected by magical
guardians in folklore
sweetness and
purity”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Crown imperials are native to the Kingdom of Hemlor in the far south due to the land’s rocky mountains, way too far for my usual supply. I reach out a hand to inspect the leaves. The magic inside greets me with a boldness that common flowers wouldn’t dare. Power and nobility live within, ordering me to bow down and bask in its majesty. There’s a vividness to the orange petals that reminds me of the golden band Bash wears around his head for formal events. It’s rare, all right. Rare and royal.”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Crown Imperial
rare
toxic if ingested
majesty, royalty,
and power”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Pansy
pair with forget-me-nots
for gratitude
powerful medicine
“You occupy my thoughts”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower

“Poppy
strong sedative
remembrance
the eternal sleep of death”
― Becky Jenkinson, Wildflower