How do you know that the fruit is ripe? Simply because it leaves the branch. — Andre Gide Copy Share Image
No matter what is happening now, events will ultimately bend toward love the way a flower bends toward sunlight. — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be… — John Green Copy Share Image
Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches. — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
In the garden of tabloid delight, there is always a clean towel and another song. — Lewis H. Lapham Copy Share Image
Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky. — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
The Boy with Nails in His Eyes put up his aluminum tree. It looked pretty strange because he couldn't really see. — Tim Burton Copy Share Image
“The tree laden with fruits is always a bit bent. Not because of any burden but because it has something to offer.… — Om Swami Copy Share Image
Yoko [Ono] was showing me some of these Haiku in the original. The difference between them and Long fellow is immense. Instead… — John Lennon Copy Share Image
We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful Because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge Unable to step out… — Tite Kubo Copy Share Image
Creativity is our true nature; blocks are an unnatural thwarting of a process at once as normal and as miraculous as the… — Julia Cameron Copy Share Image
“I still don't know a place with lovelier Aprils. The mornings and nights are fresh and cool, and the sun pours down… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
If you have been afraid that your love of beautiful flowers and the flickering flame of the candle is somehow less spiritual… — Edith Schaeffer Copy Share Image
What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it… — Elizabeth Smart Copy Share Image
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be. — Matt Berninger Copy Share Image
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The Gardener does not create the Garden. The Garden creates the Gardener. — Alan Chadwick Copy Share Image
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow. — Robert Henry Newell Copy Share Image