Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
It's sad if people think that's (homemaking) a dull existance, [but] you can't just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk… — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
I had a go at changing history - maybe not all by myself - I fought at the battle of Normandy, I… — LeRoy Neiman Copy Share Image
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave One scent to hyson and to wall-flower, One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls, One… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I would like to use this little flower as a metaphor. The five petals of the little forget-me-not flower prompt me to… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
“They’re about a woman whose beauty is like a rare flower. There is a man who has a great love for her,… — Adam Johnson Copy Share Image
“See the flower, how generously it distributes perfume and honey. When its work is done, it falls away quietly. Try to be… — A.P.J. Abdul Kalam Copy Share Image
Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
To a hikikomori, winter is painful because everything feels cold, frozen over, and lonely. To a hikikomori, spring is also painful because… — Tatsuhiko Takimoto Copy Share Image
Human birth is rare, so difficult to gain and you do not got it again and again. The ripe fruit that has… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Innocence is something to be appreciated, to be understood, to be enjoyed. Like you see animals, they're innocent; you see children, they're… — Nirmala Srivastava Copy Share Image
“No matter how troubled the nights were, however, the days were extraordinary... pleasure filled, serene, imparting a sense of well-being that Christopher… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Nationalist Socialist Germany wants peace because of its fundamental convictions. And it wants peace also owing to the realization of the simple… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden… — Ouida Copy Share Image
No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
We could say that the totality, life wants the sapling to become a tree, but the sapling doesn't see itself as separate… — Eckhart Tolle Copy Share Image
You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great. I love them both. I just don't want them out… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“There are many paths leading to a garden and many experiences awaiting those who venture in. No matter what your motive—whether to… — Jane Shellenberger Copy Share Image
This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“They'd entered a clearing. A wide, green meadow in the middle of the forest. The entire space was carpeted with bluebells. Thousands… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Here is a hero who did nothing but shake the tree as soon as the fruit was ripe. Does this seem to… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
You go into the book store, there's the cut-out of Dr. Phil, and then the dreaded women's health section where every book,… — Sandra Tsing Loh Copy Share Image
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“There were moments when she longed blindly for anything different, anything strange, remote and untried; but the utmost reach of her imagination… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“What the roses are saying cannot be heard through voice but through beauty as you watch the rain slip from their petals… — Timothy P. McLaughlin Copy Share Image
All Nature bristles with the marks of interrogation-among the grass and the petals of flowers, amidst the feathers of birds and the… — J. Arthur Thomson Copy Share Image
“Mr. Benedict: "After I woke up and composed myself, however, I realized the flowers must certainly be yours, Constance, to do with… — Trenton Lee Stewart Copy Share Image
Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
And in that narrow cockpit I wept, as I shall never weep again, when I felt the concrete brush against his wheels… — Pierre Clostermann Copy Share Image
What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and… — Andrew Weil Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a season of desperate hopes. The leaves are souls begging to turn life on pause. Begging to stop, begging to… — Teodora Savu Copy Share Image
Now I see why reading was illegal for black people during slavery. I discover that I think in words. The more words… — M. K. Asante Copy Share Image
“You know, I couldn't imagine living somewhere without seasons." Yeah?" Real seasons, I mean. I'd miss the changes, the variety. Especially spring.… — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image