“There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I’m convinced that there is nothing truly good. Hell, sunshine can wilt a flower.” — Kay Whitley Copy Share Image
The French use gardens to show grandeur and the English to show how things have endured for hundreds of years, but for… — Peter Marino Copy Share Image
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world. — Jack London Copy Share Image
You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower. — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
“I look at our tree, at its leaves still reaching for the sun, still working to turn light into food. They don't… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
“No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, no culture comparable to that of the garden...But though… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
“And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Don't be so shortsighted that if it doesn't happen right now, you're not going to be happy. You are sowing seeds that… — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
Just beware of what crop you prepare for harvest. Whatever you want people to do for you,first do it to them and… — SammyKabyemera Copy Share Image
I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good. — Michael Fish Copy Share Image
“Winter in Etonville, New Jersey was not for the faint of heart.” — Suzanne M. Trauth Copy Share Image
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Autumn is a classical music; when it begins, the gravity disappears!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image