When we look deeply into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“When you go out into the woods, and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them… — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating;… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
The one resolution, which was in my mind long before it took the form of a resolution, is the key-note of my… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
This is a good look. I'm gonna mess him up," Pattinson praises Stewart. "And I'm just like, I don't know what's going… — Robert Pattinson Copy Share Image
Man, do you think yours is the only soul? Look around you. Everything that you see quivers with being. Though your thoughts… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Love takes time. It’s like a seed turning into flower. You need to water it with your trust & care for it.… — Richa Pandey Copy Share Image
“The scents of these three, for instance, were so distinct, though they were clearly a family: the dark girl more savory and… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to walk briskly at this time of year; the accelerating pace of unfolding spring slows my own. I repeatedly stop-… — Carl Safina Copy Share Image
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter - perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no… — James Whistler Copy Share Image
“The answer to our prayer may be coming, although we may not discern its approach. A seed that is underground during winter,… — Mrs. Charles E. Cowman Copy Share Image
It was to Hofmeister, working as a young man, an amateur and enthusiast, in the early morning hours of summer months, before… — Arthur Harry Church Copy Share Image
It isn't the kind of profession that you have that makes you flourish; it's what you are coming from, within, that makes… — John de Ruiter Copy Share Image
If you take a flower to Mars, for example, the hostility of Mars probably won't allow the flower to live without oxygen.… — Tavares Strachan Copy Share Image
“Red Red is the wine, red are the carnations. Red is beautiful. Red flowers and red. Color itself is beautiful. The red… — Herbeck Copy Share Image
“I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' oversportin' theyselves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
“I thought if I could interest you in some treasure hunting, it would be a good way for you to stop and… — Thea Harrison Copy Share Image
“You think too much of your "toilette", Adele; but you may have a flower." I took a rose from a vase and… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“At noontime in midsummer, when the sun is at its highest and everything is in a state of embroiled repose, flashes may… — Johannes V. Jensen Copy Share Image
“Friedrich had found a little girl in the village schoolroom painting a black flower. When he’d asked her why she would paint… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“All the men she's been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
My hobbies are cooking and gardening, especially growing orchids. I love soccer, my husband and I support a British team called Chelsea,… — Juliet Mills Copy Share Image
After I did the drawings of trees combining them with words, I started doing - I did that for a very short… — Robert Barry Copy Share Image
“Should we only be interested to view the cherry blossoms at their peak, or the moon when it is full? To yearn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Why are women wearing perfumes that smell like flowers to attract men? Men don't like flowers. I have a great idea for… — Rita Rudner Copy Share Image
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also… — Clark Blaise Copy Share Image
The fly runs toward the fire or lamp, thinking that it is a flower, and gets burnt up. Even so, the passionate… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
The dance grew into a colorful flower bouquet which caught and contained the glow of sun-happy summer days, the secret of star-studded… — Mary Wigman Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got… — Olive Ann Burns Copy Share Image
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion:… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
