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“How did these organs of plant sex manage to get themselves cross-wired with human ideas of value and status and Eros? And… — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
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If I have learned anything, it is to keep my wife happy by sending her lavish gifts. Other men can learn from… — Don Rickles Copy Share Image
“I can reveal to you that I wished to die - For with much weeping she left me Saying: "Sappho - what… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“They go in a vase. On the nighstand by your bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or on the coffee table in… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
“She grew up in the ordinary paradise of the English countryside. When she was five she walked to school, two miles, across… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
One function of the intellect is to catalog. But cataloging doesn't change anything. If we call it a rose, or by any… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“When the smell of her perfume, something that reminded him of faint spicy blossoms and spring, wasn't wreathed in a cloud around… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“Gnats drifted on the same warm summer breeze that saw colorful paper lanterns swaying on their strings. Lily of the valley filled… — Anouska Knight Copy Share Image
“Evan ran his finger across the faded leather spines. He laughed at how silly some of the names were: Paint Your Roses… — H.B. Bolton Copy Share Image
The splendor of a human heart that trusts it is loved unconditionally gives God more pleasure than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel,… — Brennan Manning Copy Share Image
“Now there was the rustling of skirts, and it kicked up her smell, that distinctive blend of vanilla and violets, lavender and… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Mornings, out in the garden, she would, at times, read aloud from one of her many overdue library books. Dew as radiant… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Beneath and around the dead and ruined chaparral rise the most amazingly beautiful flowers. Tulips and wind poppies and flame poppies, whispering… — Frances Wood Copy Share Image
Seasons In The Sun Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?. Surprises and joys?hidden in All?. A strange warmth, within the winter chills.. Oh,… — Sadie Copy Share Image
“Spain is a million things, it’s lantanas and hibiscus, it’s roses that aren’t ashamed to split their skirts for love, rude flowers… — Lisa R. Spaar Copy Share Image
The 'Degrassi' producers were very supportive. They sent me flowers when I got 'The Vampire Diaries,' and then as soon as it… — Nina Dobrev Copy Share Image
“Finding just one flower instead of thousands of crocodiles on an unknown planet would make human beings much happier because flowers symbolize… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“But it wasn't their separation that was consuming my mind just then; it was Evelyn's garden. Bee had taken us there when… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“All women are wonderful, are the most divine creation, owners of all dreams and desires, inspiration from poets, lull of men at… — Augusto Branco Copy Share Image
What is precious is never to forget, The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs, Breaking through rocks in worlds before… — Stephen Spender Copy Share Image
“It had been rose candy day in the Waverley house, the scent still permeating the air, even though the kitchen was closed… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“SERVANT. Have mercy upon your servant, my queen! QUEEN. The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
The nobility of Teresa Leo's poems is that they are not disposed to hide from the dark-rather, they display a mind that… — Tony Hoagland Copy Share Image
“A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower in the old garden, gracing the silvery-blue tips of the crocuses and what remained of… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
My Day Is Shining .. Because Of yOu .. My Energy Is Working .. Because Of yOu .. My Life Is Completely… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“I went round the side of the house, and stared at the garden in horror. The ivy had almost taken over. There… — Jacqueline Wilson Copy Share Image
“Bowing my head, I dipped my nose into the bouquet I'd assembled. There was flax, and forget-me-not, and hazel. There were white… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Have you ever given anyone a red rose?" Grant asked. I looked at him as if he was trying to force-feed me… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
It is the qualities of the heart, not those of the face, that should attract us in women, because the former are… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image