The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.” — Himanshu Singla Copy Share Image
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Take the time to smell the roses. Sooner or later, you'll inhale a bee and die. — Christopher Titus Copy Share Image
Rose stood in the pitcher Rose bloomed well she was so beautiful exactly the same as you — Canada Serdyuk Copy Share Image
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
“In time of rain I come: I can sing among the flowers: I utter my song: my heart is glad. Water of… — Jane Bierhorst Copy Share Image
Humbly serving all with their beauty, flowers say more to us about God than anything else. Each one brings a message that… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
“Plover’s words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we’d had the living, blooming blossoms all around” — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“... was after all a rather mature blossom, such as could be plucked from the stem only by a vigorous jerk.” — Henry James Copy Share Image
I sing Connecticut, her charms / Of rivers, orchards, blossoming ridges. / I sing her gardens, fences, farms, / Spiders and midges. — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
A life without love is a rose without its petals, never realizing the beauty it could have. With love it will bloom… — Meghan Alana Copy Share Image
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Every spring, this country will be reminded of the Lady from Texas. As trees bloom and flowers carpet our nation's capital, Lady… — David Mixner Copy Share Image
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“Know that...there's plenty of food and of course popcorn on the dining-room table. Just...help yourself. If that runs out just let me… — Joshua Braff Copy Share Image
“Seasons turned, apple blossoms blushed and withered, fruit swelled and dropped, snow fell and melted, and children grew to bear children of… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as… — W. Timothy Gallwey Copy Share Image
