Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
He who does not love flowers has lost all love and fear of God. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We reap what we sow. We cannot expect apples when we have sown the seed of a cactus. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There is a wonderful expression in Persian, war nam nihadan, which means "to murder somebody, bury his body, then grow flowers over… — Slavoj Žižek Copy Share Image
I have it on good authority-from the roads department chief, Mr. Arpin-that it will not snow after the fifteenth of March. — Jean Drapeau Copy Share Image
When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“there where her night begins there be her goldest rosest rose that in her deep wisdom knows boygrace will knight her Rose” — Jose Garcia Villa Copy Share Image
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Fantasy like thought that no man could rain Just let her reign Run wild with her unafraid Of any rain storms They… — Maquita Donyel Irvin Copy Share Image
I'm loving the ingredients that are in Pantene, and it smells so good, and that's important to me. It has cassia and… — Sanaa Lathan Copy Share Image
you mustn't rely on your flowers to make your garden attractive. A good bone structure must come first, with an intelligent use… — Margery Fish Copy Share Image
“The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy… — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
I am always happy up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand. And I wish I had more time to spend… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Winter, spring, summer and autumn. Up and down, up and down in a motion. — Reel 2 Real Copy Share Image
Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world. — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
“Production: not a tree, but bushes of several roots mixed together.” — Maurice Merleau-Ponty Copy Share Image
When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind & heart — Uknown Copy Share Image
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
