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“She was practically an invalid ever after I could remember her, but used what strength she had in lavish care upon me… — Calvin Coolidge Copy Share Image
The deadnettle is the Punxsutawney Phil of the plant world: short of stature but stout of heart. At the first hint of… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
“The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves… — William Browne Copy Share Image
“I saw thee once - only once - years ago: I must not say how many - but not many. It was… — Edgar Allen Poe Copy Share Image
To Nature the dweller in the Nile valley linked all that was dear to him: his happiest fetes, poetry, and love -… — Marie-Luise Gothein Copy Share Image
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When he reached the last hole he saw, far to the west, a series of rockets bloom in the sky. He watched… — Pat Frank Copy Share Image
“Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ...… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
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“The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
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“He stalked up behind her to clench her hips, and she stilled. In a breathy voice, she asked, "You're going to make… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving… — Jay Nichols Copy Share Image
“But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Is there any finer phrase in the English language than Midsummer Day? There are no words to touch it for conjuring. It… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
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“Outside the house, against a sheltered wall to the south, a single stalk of green thrust upwards, with slender rapierlike leaves and… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“The Pain of Becoming For the flower, it is fully open at each step of its blossoming. We do ourselves a great… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
“There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you? But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“If a negative mind comes to a rose, to a garden, many roses may be there, but he will count only the… — Osho Copy Share Image
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have one. It will not be a pansy heaven or a fragile heaven… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“Plate seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“ Dirge Without Music I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
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“When the rose’s flash to the sunset Reels to the wrack and the twist, And the rose is a red bygone, When… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
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“It was nearing 9 O'clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“My resolution to “Embrace good smells” has developed into a full-blown obsession. A few of my favorite perfumes: CB I Hate Perfume… — Gretchen Rubin Copy Share Image
Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall… — John Denver Copy Share Image
“There was a sudden flash of lightning which brightly illuminated our faces. I squinted against the harsh light. It was soon followed… — Erica Sehyun Song Copy Share Image
Cherry blossoms, the noble flower, witness to many an encounter over time. Cherry blossoms, the vain flower, have watched many a farewell.… — Japanese Manga Copy Share Image
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“Yorkshire's autumn was as great a gift as Yorkshire's summer. I loved watching the rusting of the leaves while the dales mellowed… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Summer in the trees! “It is time to strangle several bad poets.” / The yellow hobbyhorse rocks to and fro, and from… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
