Pansy," Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
I don't want to be labeled as either a pansy or a heterosexual. Labeling is so self-limiting. We are what we do - not what we say we are.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
I was the Pink Pansy or whatever, wearing this crazy thing.
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
Tis but a scratch!" "A scratch? Your arm's off!" "No it isn't. " "Then what's that?" "Oh come on, pansy!
Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.