Quotes about daisies and love

I want to fly like a bird, over a green forest nearby, so that there is a clearing of daisies and a beautiful stream!

Sometimes you just want daisies and a kinder surprise, but you know, with all my heart...

Some strange mood... I don’t want anything... just daisies... real summer daisies...

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I want to be a trusting 13-year-old girl with a bouquet of daisies in her hands and twinkling lights in her eyes.

My heart is like a wreath of daisies. And some kind, but broken angel tells fortunes on him.

How unromantic the boys have become, you can’t even wait for a daisy...

And the daisies look high into the sky...

A romantic in life, she loves daisies and orchids.

Proof of love could be found in the only remaining daisy petal after all the others were torn off.

I prefer flowers - daisies, chocolate - milk, cigarettes - thin, happiness - endless, love - true!

When fortune telling, there are two types of daisies: “Loves” and “some kind of wrong daisy”

Chamomile doesn’t care whether he loves you or not... She wants to live!!!

The cat among the daisies is very beautiful!

Don't throw away daisies

1. You can impress a girl with a bouquet of chamomile only when you know her really well...
2. Men! Give your girls roses so that later they only want daisies :D.
3. I look at these daisies and remember how happy we once were, enjoying ordinary things.
4. Let there be a bouquet of daisies on the table - joyful and cheerful. And we'll talk about our own things :).
5. Lilacs, daisies, peonies - it’s good that I don’t need much to be happy!
6. I want to be as gentle as the petals of a daisy, but it turns out I’m as angry as a camel’s thorn :D.
7. Daisies are the most touching thing that can happen in our lives.
8. Roses are proud flowers, but daisies are playful, affectionate and laughing...
9. Likes/dislikes is not that important. The main thing is that I got a beautiful bouquet.
10. This is the aroma of childhood: rich and delicate at the same time!

If you are a fan of wildflowers, set statuses about daisies with meaning.

1. As soon as the daisies bloom, then summer begins :).
2. I pick off the petals, and even the daisies indicate that you don’t love me. It's a shame :(.
3. I love daisies for their simplicity, but still they have some kind of magic that is incomprehensible at first glance.
4. Daisies are the flowers of freedom. That's why I'm so wary when people give them to me :D.
5. Believe me, a bouquet of daisies can be assembled in such a way that they will be more beautiful than any rose.
6. Chamomile is the sun. And there is no need to invent unnecessary things.
7. The daisies swayed lightly in the wind. Autumn was coming. You said: “I don’t love you anymore”...
8. My favorite flowers are daisies. I'm an unpretentious young lady :).
9. As for me, chamomile is an echo of heaven on earth. Just like that.
10. A chamomile has absolutely everything: the stem, the leaves, and the petals.
11. If you want roses, be bolder, but daisies are for modest girls...

Cool statuses about daisies

The daisy plantation is required, not required, required, not required, required, not required, required... Yes, good workers are required.

If the chamomile ends in “does not like”, get yourself another chamomile;)

It’s nonsense that the past is full of mistakes...overgrow all the bad things with daisies..!!!

But you really love me... even the chamomile confirmed it xD

Daisies lie, I’ll get a cactus...

I love chamomile and green tea, I don’t understand why there is sadness in the world

Chamomile: I love it, I don’t love it... Fuck it all, I’m just living..

Today I was wondering... But I didn’t find a chamomile... In the end: the hedgehog is bald, his hands are bleeding... But he seems to love it!

Lyuba likes daisies better, she told me herself! - Daisies... you would earn even less, she would love dill!

And I'm a daisy girl - not a daisy, not a giver)

Decorate bouquets with daisies

Statuses about daisies and love are for those who want to get pleasant and positive emotions :).

1. It is most pleasant to look at daisies in the morning. In the evening you need to look at the red roses!
2. Never, hear, never tie daisies with ribbons :D.
3. The coolness of the smell of daisies cannot be compared with anything else. Maybe it smells like coffee :).
4. For daisies you need to have a separate vase. They are simply incomparable.
5. Some will say that these are just daisies. Well, I know for sure: they are my dream.
6. Daisies are given when love is already mature. Well, or just misers))).
7. You know, guys, when you love, it doesn’t matter whether they give you gold or ordinary daisies...
8. You gave me daisies. This is what I remember!
9. There were daisies on my window. So what if they fade soon? But at least for a while I was happy.
10. I love bringing fresh daisies into the room. I love it when the smell spreads throughout the house.
11. In order to love daisies, you know, you need taste.

If you want to feel a sweet feeling of nostalgia, maybe short statuses about daisies will help you with this.

1. Daisies are only for a select few.
2. And daisies evoke cruelty to me.
3. I love wildflowers. That's it, I just love it for nothing.
4. Give daisies only when you collect the bouquet yourself:*.
5. Big daisies - small hints.
6. I don’t guess about love, I love daisies.
7. Chamomiles are flowers of harmlessness.
8. Every girl with daisies in her hands looks wonderful.
9. The daisies said that someday I will stop loving you.
10. Briefly about myself: I can be happy even with daisies.
11. Delicate daisies for gentle girls.
12. Folk sign: if they give you daisies, take a photo.
13. These are my daisies, and I will not give them to anyone!
14. You know, daisies are no longer loneliness.
15. Daisies are given either with special trepidation or with indifference.

Daisies - only for airy girls

Cool statuses about daisies are suitable when you clearly want to hint at something.

1. Something tells me that wildflowers know more than “likes/dislikes.”
2. For some, daisies are just flowers, but for me, this is, first of all, Zemfira’s song :D.
3. No, well, the main thing is, of course, world peace, but health won’t hurt either!
4. You are not even worth having a daisy picked because of you. Not like suffering.
5. An armful of daisies is, of course, not an armful of roses, but also, in general, nothing :).
6. Chamomile is not plantain, but when you apply it to a sick soul, for some reason it becomes easier.
7. Daisies fascinate me. And let me be something different!
8. You know, the most offensive thing is that the chamomile was right...
9. I chose him, although he only gave me a bouquet of daisies. This means that I choose my feelings :).
10. It’s not the daisy that’s wrong, it’s you... who are falling a little short.
11. There was only one petal left on the chamomile, but, alas, this did not save the relationship.
12. When there are daisies in a vase, you don’t really need the sun.

If you know how to appreciate real beauty, consider statuses about daisies - “beautiful.”

1. In principle, chamomile has two varieties - “loves” and “dislikes”.
2. Of course, the easiest way is to blame the daisies, but try to think rationally.
3. Sometimes it seems to me that all I need to be happy is a field of chamomiles.
4. We are no longer at that stage of the relationship when they give roses. Happiness now lies in ordinary daisies.
5. Roses are beautiful and can sometimes scare, but daisies are cute and always calm :).
6. Chamomile is my answer to all questions in childhood :D.
7. But why? Why do I love daisies so much?)))
8. Daisies on cards are a bit old-fashioned. But how beautiful!!!
9. Giving daisies on the first date is either too risky, or you don’t like the girl that much...
10. Chamomiles are a silent hint of incredible tenderness <3.

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SMALL SUN A little sun on my palm, a white daisy on a green stem. Yellow hearts with a white rim... How many of them there are in the meadow, how many of them there are by the river! The daisies bloomed - summer has come. Bouquets are made from white daisies. Large daisies are merrily crowded in a clay jug, jar or cup. AFANASIY FET

*** Daisies bloomed on the field, Many, many beautiful flowers. And the white sea sways - Like a dream from impossible dreams! How I want to plunge into it. Fall into them and look at the sky. And smile with happiness in your soul. Fly with your heart to the sky like a bird! Ah, daisies! Meadow flowers - Golden-white dope... You are like someone's saints, Like a balm healing the heart!.. (Author, respond!)

*** Under a wreath of forest daisies I planed, repaired boats, Dropped the cutie’s ring into the streams of a foamy wave. Filthy separation, Like an insidious mother-in-law. The pike took away the ring, and with it came the cutie's love. My ring was not found, I went out of sadness to the meadow, The river laughed after me: “The cutie has a new friend.” I won’t go to the round dance: They laugh at me there, I’ll get married in bad weather With the ringing wave. 1911 SERGEY ESENIN *** Summer is coming. Again the heart is drawn to familiar, unsophisticated places, Where the sun splashes in the meadow - Daisies and suns sparkle here and there. And the hearts that guess about love are drawn to them by an irresistible force. I really want it to be enough for everyone, so that it goes over the edge, without edge and end! So that the number of petals is always odd, leading you inevitably to Love. I would give you a sparkling feeling, Oh, just don’t tear the petals, don’t tear them! When your soul becomes stormy, And your friend silently hides his gaze, Don’t remember the chamomile in vain - Believe me, the flower is not to blame for anything! 09/15/06 ALEXANDER SOLOVIOV *** Wildflower - sweet daisy, Give me a wreath, white nun, Guess I will meet at the edge of the clearing, I will believe you, like the words of a gypsy. Tell me with a white petal what will happen, With a thin stalk - who will forget me. Remind me of flour - sweet raspberries, And then separation - bitter rowan. White daisies know everything in the world: Where the sun spends the night, with whom the wind walks, How the east suffers in a scattering of agates, That the dawn glows with the love of sunsets. Where the path will tie your beloved with a belt, Where trouble will appear as an invisible crack. How love tortures you in fierce winter, How it caresses you with melted water. Meek nun, golden cap - White daisy, meadow adviser. Make a path to the sweet captivity of raspberries, Do not sadden your heart with the bitterness of rowan. © AlekSashin * - https://a1eksashin.narod.ru/logs/page103.htm *** White chamomile - the sun in the middle. On a hot fire - ice petals. I slowly pick off ice petals: Does he love or doesn’t he love? I'm guessing on a flower. The ice-petals are slowly circling. White flowers bring happiness to me. Published by: Marinka * - https://www.sunhome.ru/poetry/129879

*** The white daisies were enchanted by a quiet whisper, bewitched, the sadness went away, they fell asleep dashingly, only the carnival meadows glittered. He waves the fragrant porridge, his lazy eyes narrowed blue, the grass is a green blotter and a pool of white-white lilies. I’ll dive into the pool of blooming life, and I’ll get drunk... I’ll get drunk... how juicy is the smell of ripe cherries!.. I won’t dare to pick them. The other day you gave me a handful of berries, brought me a flower... I believe that the desired petal will not be the last of love. It will temptingly stretch into the distance, having scooped up the past to the bottom... the juice of love sparkles in a glass, the nectar of desires - not just one... (Author, respond!) RED CHAMOMILE A ray illuminated the clearing And woke up the daisies: They smiled, stretched, looked at each other. The breeze caressed them, the petals fluttered, the dawn washed them with clean, fresh, fragrant dew. So they swing, they enjoy. Suddenly the daisies perked up, everyone turned to their friend. This girl was not white like all flowers: All daisies, like daisies, wear white shirts. Everything was like snow, she was alone, Like blood, she was red. The whole clearing was crowding towards her: “Why have you changed?” -Where did you get this color? And the friend answered them: “That’s what happened.” At night, the battle raged here, And shoulder to shoulder with me, a hero fighter lay here. He began to fight with the enemies, He is alone, and there are fifteen of them. He beat them, did not retreat, and was only wounded in the morning. Blood flowed from the wound, I washed my face in his blood. He's gone, he's not here - I'm the only one to watch the dawn. And now, grieving for him, I grieve like Chulpan the star. July 1942 Musa Jalil * - https://stroki.net/content/view/8434/56/ Chamomile I look into the sun-faced flower - what a wonderful grass!.. ... The minds of the great eras turn the millstones ... They live both boldly and bravely - under the rustle of stars and the thunder of attacks... And what could you say about the daisy?.. So... Eve: Adam turned pale and hid his eyes, and hid his eyes, and turned pale... And suddenly he picked one flower and threw it to me... and blushed. Socrates: You are Daisy, I am Socrates. I am your slave - from forehead to toe. Archimedes: The triumph of the daisy is not far away... Why should we rush into the depths, since soon, looking at the flower, people will come up with turbines... Kutilov Arkady: * - https://zhurnal.lib.ru/k/kutilow_a/romashka.shtml

Photo - Solovieva Ekaterina WHITE CHAMOMILES A chamomile hugged a white chamomile, And they stood in an embrace - Heart wide open! Summer girlfriends, White daisies, Forest fairies Weaved shirts for you - They are not afraid of a storm, A dusty curl, They do not need washing, Ironing and ironing. Then the wind rushed in, The dust sighed heavily, But Chamomile’s shirt remained white. Then the rain fell, the birdie became wet, but Chamomile’s shirt remained dry. And again the chamomile hugged the chamomile, and stood in an embrace - their hearts wide open! It's delicious to drink from a mug, It's delicious to drink from a cup on which daisies gently embrace! Yunna Moritz

Photo - Solovieva Ekaterina Chamomile Moments whisper, minutes rustle. Whirlwinds of breath into a rainbow are bent. Along the colored path in the brilliance of seven colors In silence, centuries are running guardedly into the distance. Life is completely blown wide open by the wind. I'm looking for a daisy in the blue fog. I would like a piece of the sun that is in a wreath of snow, I would like to find a window into life’s bliss. I timidly tear off the snowflake petals. “He loves or doesn’t love”—I’ve been wondering for so many years. Winged petals fly into the forest distance. “He loves me, he loves me” - not me, but someone else. Moments drag on, weaving years into a thread. I'm waiting for clear weather by the sea of ​​life. Time flies away like a blue bird. I dream of the planet “Happiness”, a distant world. Author: Vera Bogolyubova * - https://www.obshelit.ru/works/12234/

Photo - Solovieva Ekaterina * - https://www.photosight.ru/users/143756/ * - https://photocentra.ru/work.php?id_photo=46476&ph_id_auth=2897&page=1#t *** White chamomile blossomed in garden! I’m going to her so quickly now: I want to take a closer look at the flower, touch the fragile stem with my finger. I know that you can play with a chamomile: The petals, for example, can be accurately counted (there are many, many of them; figure it out, go Where do they start - behind? in front?); You can just smell the thick aroma, You can admire the lacy foliage; You can even tell fortunes on a chamomile, But then you have to...pluck the petals. I will not destroy the poor flower, I will save every petal of the chamomile! Let her turn white like a snowball in the grass, And always rejoice at me when we meet! “Well, hello chamomile, welcome your guest! Stop sleeping, raise your head to the sky." The sleeping plant trembled once, opened its yellow eye wide, straightened its leaves, dropping the dew, turned towards the sun and stood in all its glory before me! And I suddenly hear: “I’m very glad to see you. Good morning, friend!”

Rose and Chamomile Rose said to the modest Chamomile: “Look how lovely and good I am!” Not like you in your plain shirt. You are so naive, “yellow” soul. I am admired around me, no doubt, After all, I am the queen of all the flowers in the garden, And you stubbornly lose petals, Guessing everyone for true love. I will enchant you with the smell and beauty. Let everyone bring love only to me. And you, simpleton, do not delight anyone at all with your modest purity! “So be it,” Chamomile nodded to her in response, “I’m not supposed to be a queen.” But even in a white, simple shirt, I will bring people joy. Tatyana Lavrova -Volgograd * — https://www.stihi.ru/2008/02/27/3752 *** The daisies bloomed in the morning, their clear little eyes opened. I’ll go out early, breathe in their scent, and the pollen will fall on my knees. They will sadly nod after me, calling me to come back here again. This sadness will be covered by a white blanket Those flowers that will not wake up tomorrow. I will begin to pick up from the ground everything that remains between me and them, the delicate smoke of dried corollas will light up with different colors. Behind the chamomile, the poppy will flash brightly. Cornflower will replace it. I will drown in forget-me-nots, succumbing to the alluring captivity. Only those days are dearest to me where daisies hugged me in their transparent melting dust, these distances will take me somewhere. (Author, respond!) CHAMOMILE Chamomile, emitting light, similar to the sun, hurries everywhere after us, its own, without crossing. Until late autumn, Her cheerful yellow eye casts bold glances at us Through her white eyelashes... Throughout all the meadows and fields, Chamomile, from the month of May, For your happiness, for our joy, Grows, blooms and glows. Mikhail Dudin

Photo: “I won’t guess...” Author - innakorobova STILL LIFE Amazingly rich in the arts of nature, the abundance of forms and colors. The hard-working ants lead round dances, And force the bell with a purple Panama hat. A tomato of an unusual color and variety, a bumblebee stuck to a pink porridge, but more elegant and brighter than any still lifes is a blue dragonfly on a white daisy. Author: Vitaly Lebedev * - https://artdiz.com/verse/read/NATJuRMORT.html * - https://eva.ru/eva-life/contest/contest-photo.xhtml?contestEntryId=172230

They were just daisies. But they are from a loved one!

Status about daisies and summer - when the mood is more than romantic.

1. Waiting for summer daisies is also, you know, not easy.
2. Dear girls, if your boyfriend hasn’t given flowers for a long time, just silently buy yourself a bouquet of daisies :).
3. I want to go out to a meadow of daisies and spend the whole day there, until the evening!
4. These daisies were from the heart, I know that for sure.
5. Don’t think that you can hide something from me: I’ve already checked everything on chamomile.
6. Either you love, then you don’t love, then you don’t even hug, then you immediately kiss. Some kind of chamomile.
7. A bouquet of daisies became a luxury for me because it was presented by the right person...
8. Don't deny yourself the pleasure! Forget about the guys, go and pick yourself a bouquet of daisies.
9. He gave me a bouquet of daisies, but said that I was a real treasure. Is it worth believing?
10. An adult is when you no longer feel like picking daisies...
11. Chamomile said that she “loves.” If only there were some guarantees :D.

Well, if we are talking about your favorite flowers, then why not set status quotes about daisies.

1. Daisies are angel flowers. And it cannot be otherwise!
2. These are small, low flowers, and they look exactly into the sky.
3. There are no noticeable thorns on their thin stems. And this means that they will not deceive...
4. You already know that I love you. Tell me, why do you need daisies?