And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I adore gardening, and whenever I have time off, that is my passion. — Oscar de la Renta Copy Share Image
Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Christians should be like a flower store: the odor of sanctity should betray them wherever they are. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and… — Shane Koyczan Copy Share Image
I believe I would rather have Stieglitz like something - anything I had done - than anyone else I know. — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Words can travel thousands of miles. May my words create mutual understanding and love. May they be as beautiful as gems, as… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7 — John Sandford Copy Share Image
A thousand plastic flowers don't make a desert bloom. A thousand empty faces don't fill an empty room". — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You cannot endow even the best machine with initiative; the jolliest steamroller will not plant flowers. — Walter Lippmann Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The world was so beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stas were… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and… — Nancy Mitford Copy Share Image
All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
“The summer came to life. It burst from gray to fierce blue and gold in the blink of an eye; the air… — Tana French Copy Share Image
Where did all the flowers go? Everythings changing from sunlight to stone, and why am I living the life of a ghost?… — SayWeCanFly Copy Share Image
“Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite… — A. Merritt Copy Share Image
Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image