“Lucien: And Flowers--but only Anya can call me that. William: Fine. I'll call you Roses. Lucien: You won't. William: I will. Zodiac… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
“The "Avenue," so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“We're not dealing with Isaac Newton here. She likes what she calls 'romance.' To her that means candles, rose petals, and a… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
How could you allow me fall when I expected your shoulders would've held me when I was slipping? Is this all you… — Maurice Quoi Jr Copy Share Image
I love the little garden in the back of my family's brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
As the spring comes on, and the densening outlines of the elm give daily a new design for a Grecian urn, —… — Thomas Wentworth Higginson Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Fabulous" Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched. Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“he said this turning his strong body to face the beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, astonishing, bewildering girl who was a princess and his… — J.K. Ashton Copy Share Image
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways,… — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I'd painted nearly every surface in the main room. And not with just broad swaths of colour, but with decorations- little images.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“You think I would take a wild lily and trim it to appear an English rose? You shall meet the ton as… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“The flat area immediately below was broken up into a formal pattern of beds containing oleander and more clipped clouds of box,… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
To someone good, Roses are dead, and Violets are too... If I had the power to rename Valentine's Day, I would call… — Scot Copy Share Image
Many books belong to sunshine, and should be read out of doors. Clover, violets, and hedge roses breathe from their leaves; they… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“From the corner of her eye, the wildflowers along the wall caught her attention. “Roar, wait!” Roar turned around. “Yes?” he asked,… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“While I worked, I thought about Earl's wife, tried to bring forth an image of the once-passionate woman: her tired, withdrawn, unsuspecting… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“they say they only want flowers to grow from my mouth, so i will look them dead in the eye as i… — Amanda Lovelace Copy Share Image
“Daniel murmured something like yes, he wouldn't miss it,but he was clearly distracted. He kept looking away from the woman. His eyes… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
“The old woman paid no attention to the camellia until that morning, when a fleck of pink caught her eye. The single… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather than an asset - that in view of the fact… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
“Soon some of the plants were as big as fruit trees. There were fans of long emerald-green leaves, flowers resembling peacock tails… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
“The sisters were all gifted gardeners so Sorrel wasn't terribly worried about her beloved flowers. Patience's herbs were in fine form, Nettie's… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that's too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around… — C JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“She never foresaw their marriage, its days and nights, other than as embowered by dazzling acres, blossoms a snowy blaze and with… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“When we got to class, Andy reached in to my tote and set the rose on my desk. I didn’t understand why… — Nely Cab Copy Share Image
“They say she's a girl like a garden, it said. "All roses and lavender and spider mums. Too bright, too bright to… — Kelly Andrew Copy Share Image
“A shopgirl dressed in finery, speaking in cockney... it's like fingernails on slate." "Yes," Llandrindon said with a laugh. "Or like seeing… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Then think of this as an adventure." I kissed hi cheek. "So which flower should I be?" He curled me close to… — Lisa Mangum Copy Share Image
