1. "I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky."
- Quote by Sharon Olds
3. "Lots of famous people are late bloomers. My father says it’s an advantage to be a late bloomer. Because when good things start happening, you’re ready for it."
- Candace Bushnell, Summer and the City
4. "give a little party, she insisted. Just a small affair. Nobody will dress. It’s the anniversary of the founding of the Bloomer League—you didn’t even remember that. It’s no use, said Tom."
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
5. "Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite." Bertie Wooster"
- Quote by P.G. Wodehouse
6. "The trouble with you, Spode, is that just because you have succeeded in inducing a handful of half-wits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone. You hear them shouting "Heil, Spode!" and you imagine it is the Voice of the People. That is where you make your bloomer. What the Voice of the People is saying is: "Look at that frightful ass Spode swanking about in footer bags! Did you ever in your puff see such a perfect perisher?"
- P.G. Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters
7. " records, and I don’t want to get mixed up with governments--with the kind of people who want to rule over others. Seems like the wrong people get killed, the nice ones. I want… She sighed and stopped. Tell me, I said. We can dream-weave once more. I want to run a house. You can control that--make life comfortable, and pleasant, and beautiful. My dream was always that, or partly that… Once again she stopped, and this time the gleam of the torches in her eyes was liquid. A quick motion with her finger, a lowering of her long lashes, and the gleam was gone. Go on, I said. She dropped her head down. You never saw it, Mel. You’re just what Mama calls you, a summer flower, a late bloomer. I don’t understand. She breathed a laugh. I know. That’s just it! Well, it’s all nothing now, so why not admit what a henwit I’ve been? There’s another way to be an aristo, and that’s marriage. I never cared about status so much as I did about the idea of marriage. With a specific person. Marriage, I repeated"
- Sherwood Smith, Crown Duel