Look out! He's got a daisy!

I got daisies In green pastures.

Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

If I had my life to live over, I'd pick more daisies.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.

Daisy chains are pretty fragile, and it turns out that families are too.

Patience stoutly resists pulling up the daisies to see how the roots are doing!

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

I make movies. I have a passion. Puppies and daisies don't accomplish anything. That's not me at all.

Jessica's Daisy Dukes are even shorter than Catherine Bach's, which I honestly didn't think was possible.

I made sure no butt cheek hung out. You know, the original Daisy, Catherine Bach's shorts were shorter than mine.

Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.

Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere.

You have to decide if you're going to wilt like a daisy or if you're just going to go forward and live the life that you've been granted.

Someone said to me today, ‘Everybody loved PUSING DAISIES,’ I said, ‘No, they didn’t— that’s why I’m here today talking about a new show.’

Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.

I don't know whether this is the best of times or the worst of times, but I assure you it's the only time you've got. You can either sit on your expletive deleted or pick a daisy.

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