Joshua GaylordIt’s funny how many ways there are to hurt people. As many ways to hurt as there are species of flower. Whole bouquets of hurt.
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It's funny how many ways there are to hurt people. As many ways to hurt as there are species of flower. Whole bouquets of hurt. - Author unknown I'm not sure if the author of this quote meant to say that there are as many ways to be hurtful as for example for example, flowers have different flowers, or if he meant that there are as many ways to hurt people as there are different kinds of flowers. Either way, the message behind the saying is still powerful.
Source: When We Were Animals
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