1 Delicately, like the petals of a flower.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 2 She touched her chin with the flower, laughing.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 "I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 5 We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 6 The police helicopters were rising so far away that it seemed someone had blown the gray head off a dry dandelion flower.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 7 He cut off its terrible emptiness, drew back, and gave the entire room a gift of one huge bright yellow flower of burning.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 8 Montag's face was entirely numb and featureless; he felt his head turn like a stone carving to the dark place next door, set in its bright border of flowers.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 9 Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 10 And there on the small screen was the burnt house, and the crowd and something with a sheet over it and out of the sky, fluttering, came the helicopter like a grotesque flower.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 11 Once he saw her shaking a walnut tree, once he saw her sitting on the lawn knitting a blue sweater, three or four times he found a bouquet of late flowers on his porch, or a handful of chestnuts in a little sack, or some autumn leaves neatly pinned to a sheet of white paper and thumbtacked to his door.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander