Roses are red violets are blue every time I flush the toilet I remember you... — Gothsynyster Copy Share Image
“she was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
The Rose is without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Trees and flowers are so important. The idea of blooming is the idea of becoming something different. — Alessandro Michele Copy Share Image
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Her lips so pink that not roses have ever been¦with every word begging to her lips to make them speak¦the melody of… — Shubham Joshi Copy Share Image
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at… — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
I just did what I loved - flowers and rock n' roll. Pretty and punk. I was largely inspired by my dancing… — Betsey Johnson Copy Share Image
O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds! — Dave Beard Copy Share Image
A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“You do not get to pick and choose the parts of me that you love as if you're picking petals from a… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“Tonight, I went to look for cypripediums at the florist, and with them I decorated my friend Jerome, whose flesh already complements… — Gabrielle Wittkop Copy Share Image
“French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—’T… — Paul Negri Copy Share Image
“when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
Friends are "annuals" that need seasonal nurturing to bear blossoms. Family is a "perennial" that comes up year after year, enduring the… — Erma Bombeck Copy Share Image
“... from the classically executed lifelike bouquets, tempting you to reach for the petals that fell on a three-dimensional tablecloth, to a… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I never thought much about flowers until I made the close acquaintance of a man who knew all about them. You would… — Lloyd C. Douglas Copy Share Image
