Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“No matter where you are spread the fragrance of peace like a flower.” — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Love teaches you to love your own mortality, just as we love the flowers that bloom for a short time and pass… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
If friends were flowers, I would not pick you! I'll let you grow in the garden and cultivate you with love and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Let us choose for ourselves our path in life, and let us try to strew that path with flowers. — Emilie du Chatelet Copy Share Image
Weeds do become resistant to herbicides, and it needs to be managed with multiple herbicides. — Nina Fedoroff Copy Share Image
It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree. — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The sincere love of books has nothing to do with cleverness or stupidity any more than any other sincere love. It is… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Dear god today I saw the neighbor shovel snow into the sea big shovels of snow that just melted away water turned… — Nils-Øivind Haagensen Copy Share Image
October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
“Zach's eyes flash with light, caught by the peculiar greenness of early summer grass and the strobe effect of sun through wrought-iron… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
"The flowers have appeared in our land: the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our… — Alphonsus Liguori Copy Share Image
“She was carrying these revolting, disturbing yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but for some reason they're the first to appear… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
It's a brilliant place to be. It's rewarding. Gardens are so rewarding. — Ainsley Harriott Copy Share Image
The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed. — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image