“All flowers are not to be picked; some are meant to stay rooted so their beauty may continue to sing praises unto… — Grace Terrell Copy Share Image
“Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.” — Moffat Machingura Copy Share Image
People worship and revere Ganga as a mother, and then throw away flowers in a plastic bag into the same river. — Dia Mirza Copy Share Image
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Walking on willow tree roads by a river dappled with peach blossoms, I look for spring light, but am everywhere lost. Birds… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
“Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“When a drop draws help from the ocean, it is an ocean in itself, and a little seed, through the outpouring of… — Bahá'u'lláh Copy Share Image
“Wild rambling roses had started to appear on the sides of the path; creatures of habit making their yearly bids between the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
A story is told that Whistler once painted a tiny picture of a spray of roses. The artistry involved in the picture… — Sterling W Sill Copy Share Image
“Let a thing be but a sort of punctual surprise, like the first cache of violets in March, let it be delicate,… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
“The hardest part for us was watching them harvest our Shamouti oranges.Those were our favourites, thick skinned, seedless and juicy.When the wind… — Michelle Cohen Corasanti Copy Share Image
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the… — Auguste Rodin Copy Share Image
When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms. Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati The 11 Karmic Spaces: Choosing Freedom… — Francois de La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence. — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
You are young, and I am older; You are hopeful, I am not- Enjoy life, ere it grow colder- Pluck the roses… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
“Sometimes roses are wanted for a specific purpose or a special reason. The following selections are somewhat personal and arbitrary, but should… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.” — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“Mindfulness gives us the power to understand our deep connection with the trees, flowers, stars, sun and the moon.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
If you had eleven roses and you looked in the mirror, then you'd see twelve of the most beautiful things in the… — Celestine Copy Share Image
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of… — Thomas More Copy Share Image
“Like a bloomed bouquet of gardenias, her smile gave purpose to my existence." Dion Kleon - Men of the Cave” — Marisette Burgess Copy Share Image
“There’s a great line from the poet Anaïs Nin that reads: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in… — Jen Sincero Copy Share Image
Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem.… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson 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
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses and sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses. — Panic At The Disco 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
“Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam” — Stephanie Skeem Copy Share Image
“There is a flower that grows on Mars. It is red and harsh and fit for our soil. It is called haemanthus.… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
Flowers are many, but Roses are Special, Stars are many, but Sun is Special, Planets are many, but Earth is Special, I… — VinayKumar Copy Share Image
Doesn't the world bring forth thinking in human heads with the same necessity that it brings forth blossoms on the plant? — Carl Jung Copy Share Image
At primary school, we would pick up plastic petals on the way home to make flowers. Now you might call it child… — John Rocha Copy Share Image
“complicated pruning techniques. In reality, roses are no more difficult to grow than any other shrub or flower. But just as other… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
