“Roses are red, violets are blue, if I get you in bed, it would be really cool.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.” — John Bartlett Copy Share Image
Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose, — Miranda Kerr Copy Share Image
There are no flowers in the Moon; that's why the Moon is a boring place! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought you were a true friend, but f*ck you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
“In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harming Flower, colour or scent, Flies off with the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Women are like flowers, each with different color, design and beauty. The problem arises when men act like gardeners. — Aisha Copy Share Image
Only the other day I was inquiring of an entire bed of old-fashioned roses, forced to listen to my ramblings on the… — Prince Charles Copy Share Image
“Every petal tells the story of how a bud blossomed into a flower, pushing through the night and opening in dawn. This… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“What is the difference between a rose for a bouquet and a rose for a grave? Only the purpose, not the variety.” — Brandon Gene Petit Copy Share Image
Red rose for Gregory. A special delivery with question signs. From whom I don't know red roses for me, a token of… — Gregory Isaacs Copy Share Image
“A rose can never be a sunflower, and sunflower can never be a rose.All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and… — Miranda Kerr Copy Share Image
“At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“If I could cut out my beating heart and put it in a box and forget about it, I would. Maybe I… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
“From the pantry, Caraline emerged with an armful of jars-- dried yarrow, bay, thyme, cedar tips, and bloodroot. At the table next… — Ivy Cassidy Copy Share Image
“In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“I drove out of Dartmouth and after a while Start Bay emerged out of the brightening gloom like the end of a… — Scarlett Thomas Copy Share Image
“Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Flowers live, they are perfect and they affect us; they are God’s glory, they make us know why we are alive and… — Elizabeth Alexander Copy Share Image
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet. — Delano Johnson Copy Share Image
To touch the heart of a flower you must be like the sun rays that shine upon her petals. — Shenazsuleman Copy Share Image
Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst of bloom ensues. — John Dewey Copy Share Image
“When you sleep, you turn into all kinds of things: you become stone, you become flowers.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Roses are red Violets are twisted Bend over love Because you're about to get fisted — No Author Copy Share Image
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one. — Jeff Buckley Copy Share Image
“I've fallen into your life, like a red ROSE from another world.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
A rose gets its color and fragrance from the root, and man his virtue from his childhood. — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. — Thomas More Copy Share Image
“I have brought you the rose of love, and you have crowned me, in these dark hours, with their thorns.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
