Friday, March 27, 2015

You have to Want it



  "I do," I said quickly. "Want it."

  I remembered Meredith's words then——"You have to want it"——at The Gathering House hundreds of time before. You have to want to be a daughter, a sister, a friend, a student, she had told me, again and again. I hadn't wanted any of those things, and none of Meredith's promises, threats, or bribes had altered my conviction. But suddenly I knew I wanted to be a florist. I wanted to spend my life choosing flowers for perfect strangers, my days steadily alternating between the chill of the walk-in and the snap of register.

The Language of Flowers, P65
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
ISBN 978-1-4472-0882-2





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