Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty Honeysuckle: Bonds of love Blue Hyacinth: Constancy Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride Lily-of-the-valley: Swe
I was reciting when I came to a verse of Surah al-Ma'araj and stopped. The talk was about the creation of man, how man was originally created. Whenever such a verse comes, I stop and think a little. The verse was: This is the nature of human beings The truth is that humans are made to have very little motivation I looked at the English translation, and the meaning of "Halua" was written in Anguish. Now, if I understand the meaning of Anguish in Urdu, it seems that a person who has anxiety, anxiety, or impatience. However, I settled on "less courage" and took it to mean impatience. The next verse was even more meaningful: , This is the evil of evil He gets very nervous when he gets hurt I understood the word "jazua", the translation in English was also close, impatient, meaning impatient, that is, when pain comes, a person just wants it to be resolved now, just to end somehow. And this touch of goodness And when prosperity co
If you are made of me, I make you; When the song is sung, I sing for thou. Link to the concept of love, both are; While drawing, I don't have any war. You create, a path in a portrait; From somewhere far away, wait. We are two aspects of finish a image; When I paint, I paint for the Love cage. Take me somewhere far, drifting; I'll take you somewhere far away, I'm flying. There is a text, which couldn't be written; Writing to me, I am erasing and eaten. Hiding somewhere in my chest vain; From your chest, I steal your pain. If you die of glass, it is scattered further; I lift the curls from the eyelids murder.
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