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The symbolism of flowers

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: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

your-average-bibliophile

Always loved flower language

prokopetz

Hozier isn't "cottagecore", there's just a bunch of cottagecore twerps with a weird fetish for Irish people and the media literacy of a sponge who think he's some sort of emo leprechaun and have never understood a single thing he's ever written.

council-of-beetroot

People should use this text embellishment more

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tanadrin

scrubbed the bathroom floor this morning. this sense of virtue and industry will last me easily into next week.

koukorndog-deactivated20260108

some of you would thrive in a monastery

yesterdaysprint

The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, September 9, 1948

antoniettabrandeisova

Blooming foxglove in the garden, c. 1912. Hugo Charlemont (Austrian, 1850–1939)

antoniettabrandeisova

Garden in the Wachau (detail), c. 1939. Hugo Charlemont (Austrian, 1850–1939)

antoniettabrandeisova

Still life with flowers, grapes, strawberries, peaches, gooseberries and plums, (detail) c. 1859. Francesco Malacrea (Italian, 1812–1886)

acreaturecalledgreed

i feel like theres something horribly wrong about the fact that “dark academia” means like, wearing a beige sweater on a cold and windy day while you read a book and not like, “ive become completely unhinged and disconnected from the world outside of my passions and i am actively building a monstrosity out of flesh and radiation”

puppercupboard

we do not Want an aesthetic around sitting in a library on a mildly gloomy day, what we Want is an aesthetic based around throwing yourself into studies so forbidden that they result in a complete disconnect from your own humanity and moral system in your persuit of knowledge

acreaturecalledgreed

EXACTLY

chaotic-archaeologist

It’s the feeling of your eyes about to fall out because you’ve been reading for so long. The sound of the pipes in your building clanking while you work in your office late at night. The feral way you hide from your email inbox, and how you find yourself typing and retyping a reply trying to sound normal (even though you can’t even tell what normal is anymore). It’s zoning out in the middle of a department meeting only to jolt back when somebody says your name. It’s living off the free food people leave in the break room and communing with the ancient, half functional microwave. Most of all, it’s about sinking your claws into the cozy beige sweater of the poor, misunderstanding person who so foolishly asks “what’s your research about?”

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