“The most beautiful rose still has to contend with ugly thorns.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Roses are red violets are blue, you treated me like shit, and guess what? I'm leaving you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory. — Bernard Williams Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Persian poet said, the rose blooms reddest where some buried Caesar bled. The” — Barbara W. Tuchman Copy Share Image
A little bit of fragrance always clings to the hands that gives you roses — Robin Sharma Copy Share Image
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
“P.O. Box 30,000, Shreveport, LA 71130-0030. For $2.50 plus shipping from the same address, a yearly-updated “Handbook for Selecting Roses” can be” — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Roses are red, squirrels are maybe brown but I dont care... All am thinkng about is you, and you are a special… — Aruho Marwin Machiaveli Copy Share Image
May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed,… — Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow Copy Share Image
“Flowers of sin, like some black sun, Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.” — Shiv Kumar Batalvi Copy Share Image
“had much luck, and she was down to the last one: a pale-green silk dress with a vine of tiny embroidered pink… — Julia London Copy Share Image
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair;… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Ginny had named her supper club after the prominent mesquite tree that shaded the home's picturesque front garden. She adored these deciduous… — Nicole Meier Copy Share Image
Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Morality is like a field of flowers beneath which the corpses are piled in a thousand layers. It is an evolved mechanism… — Roger Scruton Copy Share Image
“Fireworks are SkyFlowers—dandelions of light. They are a visual display of the celebration of life.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, vodka costs less than dinner for two. — Michael Lazarus Copy Share Image
Petals floating by, Drift through my woman's hand, As she remembers me. — David Brin Copy Share Image
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love. — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
I'll go where secrets are sold Where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by — Katy Rose Copy Share Image
Roses are reddish, Violets are bluish, If it werent for Christmas, Wed all be Jewish. — Benny Hill Copy Share Image
“He said, "Next year there will be many flowers, Each one much brighter than the one before.” — Sandy Denny Copy Share Image
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
