Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers? — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
And seemingly as winter has become spring, confusion has become insight. — Andrew McMahon Copy Share Image
If we plant the seeds of self-doubt, naturally, only noxious weeds will sprout. — Senora Roy Copy Share Image
Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell. — Meghan O'Rourke Copy Share Image
“Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.” — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
Its so cold outside you could pour water on the driveway and start ice skating.. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Growing as they did, however, out of the old earth, the flowers still sent a fresh and sweet incense up to their… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“There is chaos in everyone's heart. Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.” — Fiphie Copy Share Image
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.” — Alphonse Karr Copy Share Image
There is material enough in a single flower for the ornament of a score of cathedrals. — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
No one who possesses snow would find any hardship in exchanging it for jewels and pearls. This world is like snow exposed… — Al-Ghazali Copy Share Image
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
A garden is the place millions of people go to touch the earth, to smell flowers - to use some of that… — Jim Nollman Copy Share Image
“A single slim trunk Branches that bow in a storm Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre Glittering against blue sky White… — Fadia Faqir Copy Share Image
Once we begin to appreciate that the apparent destructiveness of the toddler in taking apart a flower or knocking down sand castles… — Polly Berrien Berends Copy Share Image
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
“The poor are always rich in children, and in the dirt and ditches of this street there are groups of them from… — Maxim Gorky Copy Share Image
My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
