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
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
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
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
Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Life is an adventure of love that unfolds like the petals of a rose, transforming into a beauty that is boundless.” — Sirona Knight Copy Share Image
I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“They say there are flowers that bloom only once every hundred years. Why shouldn't there be some that bloom only once every… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh. “Oh yeah?” “Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue.… — Mia Watts Copy Share Image
“The men where you live,” said the little prince, “raise five thousand roses in the same garden– and they do not find… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
“Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove, that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
“Noa sleeps with the curtains open, allowing as much moonlight as possible to flood her bedroom, allowing her to see each and… — Menna van Praag Copy Share Image
“Even in its ragged state, the garden is astonishingly beautiful. The untended, untouched look of it--- and the ivy-covered walls that protect… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
When I was a little girl, my grandfather, who I was very close to, used to grow yellow roses. He had yellow… — Natalie Dormer Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue Ou are so special and I love you In the future, you will see That u… — Gabi Copy Share Image
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, The bobolinks are singing; Out of the fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to… — William Dean Howells Copy Share Image
“Words in a poem are like petals on a flower, only together, in the right position, at the right time are they… — David McDonald Copy Share Image
I love Serge Lutens orange blossom perfume; my mom got it for me. It's my favorite. It just smells clean. — Gia Coppola Copy Share Image
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what… — Hubert H. Humphrey Copy Share Image
“There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower," he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up.” — Charmian Hussey Copy Share Image
In flowers my rose is u. In diamond my Kohinoor is u, In the sky my moon is u, In the river… — Sadie 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
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
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
“It is a flower that can be opened in many way...Unfold the petals of [your] stories one by one and [you] will… — Hyemeyohsts Storm 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
“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
“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
I usually carry plum blossom incense because I work in different trailers and they have different odors. I like my little morning… — Jerrika Hinton Copy Share Image
“Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. ...When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer… — Thomas F. Healy Copy Share Image
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
AND NOW FOR MY POEM!!!!!!!!!! *ahem* roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you….. but the roses… — Amy Dang Copy Share Image
If Ur Heart Is A Nice Garden I Dont Want To Be A Rose In It I Want To Be Grass In… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment’s whim.” — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Roses are red...Violets are blue...You actually think I'd cry over you? I told you I loved you and you thought it was… — Rchung1 Copy Share Image
“Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the… — Edward Payson Roe Copy Share Image