Each flower is a secret language. When I wear a combination of flowers together, it's like I'm writing my own secret code that no one else can understand unless they know my language.

Have courage, take heart.

Trust yourself. Trust your story. All you can do is tell it true.

You've spun seeds into gold.

She pored over the books. Paused to name every sketched and pressed flower aloud, and speak its meaning; an incantation to end the burden of carrying an untold story inside her.

Alice would always remember this day as the one that changed her life irrevocably, even though it would take her the next twenty years to understand: life is lived forward but only understood backward. You can't see the landscape you're in while you're in it

Your instincts will always guide you, like the stars.

For Alice, falling in love was noting else but feeling her insides set on fire. The feeling consumed her, as if she'd somehow always known him and had been searching for him just as long. Here he was.

In the end, Alice was surprised by how easily she could do something she was always told she should not. She just had to take a step. First one. Then another.