Life with love will have thorns but life without love will have no roses. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Blossoming and unfolding are basically the same thing, but blossoming is more romantic. — Zooey Deschanel Copy Share Image
“Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds.” — Lesley Kagen Copy Share Image
“Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“Don’t worry if the flowers pass, I’ll be right there to plant you more” — Liana Cincotti Copy Share Image
Roses Are red And Voilets Are Blue God Made Me sexy But What The Hell Happened to You ? — Karal Copy Share Image
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet. But so we're you. But those roses have wilted. And those violets are… — Patience Copy Share Image
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Most people would say it's the start of golf. When you see the flowers blooming at Augusta National and you hear Jim… — Ian Poulter Copy Share Image
My life is fragrant My life is full of passion My life is a garden in which blossoms of Your love are… — Shaniya Lia Copy Share Image
Character is like colour of a red rose,it is more catchy ,even though existing colour roses are beautiful. — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Sometimes people just can't take how real the world can be. Even if they're your friend they’ll drop away from you like… — Jason E. Hodges Copy Share Image
“Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy… — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
There's nothing like stumbling upon some dimly-lit pub with nothing but pints and toasties on offer; or finding the most unkempt, underwhelming… — Angela Scanlon Copy Share Image
“the flowers of the morning glory. They bloom and smile every morning, fade and die in a few hours. How fleeting and… — Kaiten Nukariya Copy Share Image
“My eyes bloom as I meet a silk as smooth as water. It shines like a pool of opals. The connection is… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
“Searching the cherry wood breakfront, I find the tall crystal vase she likes. As I arrange the lilac blooms, a silent question… — Andrea Jarrell Copy Share Image
“The Gauze of Flowers, A Love Poem” Remember when we couldn’t name it because it was a meadow wild with tulips, both… — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
“Rachael could see the lavender fields from where they sat at the kitchen table. They stretched in a purple haze over the… — Ellen Read Copy Share Image
“And then there was the expansive garden that ran the length of the rear of the house- lush with color and fragrances… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
A slight sabre-cut will separate my head from my body, like the spring flower which the Master of the garden gathers for… — Theophane Venard Copy Share Image
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them. — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
“God is here on Earth to accept our offering of fragrant colorful blossoms.” — Mukesh Kwatra Copy Share Image
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass. — Sappho Copy Share Image
A lot of the flowers I like are weeds. Oh, and dandelions, but they're a weed, too. — Daniel Rigby Copy Share Image
“People grow couches and bikes and concrete in their front gardens instead of roses.” — Leanne Hall Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are red, Shrubs are red, Trees are red, OMG! My yard is on fire! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Until you become yourself," Bloom avers, "what benefit can you be to others.” — Harold Bloom Copy Share Image
“Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that's sitting on a pile of steaming feces.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
I've loved the color red since I was a kid and my real name is Rubi Rose. — Rubi Rose Copy Share Image
