“At first she felt overwhelmed by the house, its airy symmetry its silence. Now she was accustomed to the place, but she… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“We let him sag to the paving beside the pool’s edge. Can we really do it? Who will do it? Which of… — Eve Chase Copy Share Image
“Learn to radiate joy, not stingily, not meanly, but generously. Fling out your gladness without reserve. Shed it in the home, on… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The thing about happiness is that it doesn't help you to grow; only unhappiness does that. So I'm grateful that my bed… — Lana Turner Copy Share Image
“We are often given pills or fluids to help remedy illness, yet little has been taught to us about the power of… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation… — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
“No matter how right or how beautiful your path is, never try to impose your path on others! Remember that flowers by… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“A visitor to campus can find sweet, aromatic Properity, as well as Climbing Ophelia and those delicious Egyptian Roses, which give off… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“I send my friends e-mail messages about the progress of my garden, especially of my roses. It left them with the impression,… — David Brendan Hopes Copy Share Image
“I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?" Seth smiles. "A garden." "A garden?" I… — Katie Klein Copy Share Image
“The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“An emperor walks with his court through many fields of roses until they come to a barren spot. There he sees one… — Kathleen Flinn Copy Share Image
“And I think of the night-blooming cereus, a plant that looks like a leathery weed most of the year. But for one… — Alan Lightman Copy Share Image
“Sunflower stems entwine around me, pulling me into the earth. I struggle, but they wrap around me too tightly, binding my limbs,… — Solaris Santaella Copy Share Image
Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars,… — Kate Douglas Wiggin Copy Share Image
“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
She was the black rose. She was the lightning storm. She was one who couldn't grow. She was the one with thorns.… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Consider the rose...The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right?… — Billy Crystal Copy Share Image
Last summer I was staying at a house in Hampshire which was famous for the brilliance and the originality of its gardens.… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“in the mountains the cherry trees were in full bloom, and the farther he went, the lovelier the veils of mist became,… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with… — Tony Hoagland Copy Share Image
The thousand petal lotus of light, the crown center, really does not become operative until one is on the verge of enlightenment… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“The tall white lillies were reeling in the moonlight, and the air was charged with perfume, as with a presence. Mrs. Morel… — D.H. Lawrence 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
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
“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
In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“Oh what a morning it was, that first morning of Mrs. Sweet awaking before the baby Heracles with his angry cries, declaring… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
“You’ve got a dress with orchid blossoms embroidered on it. Ribbons in the deepest purple. You favor the color, but not nearly… — Hunting Prince Dracula, Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
Since she got a cause and stopped being funny. I think she's real funny, but lately it's all been hearts and flowers… — Andy Richter Copy Share Image
The South has a way of worshipping appearances - the suburbs are all about presentation and amazing flowers and a beautiful yard… — Paul Downs Colaizzo Copy Share Image
The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“Wildflowers burst from the ground in vivid blues and whites and violets, creating a picture more pleasing than anything her hands could… — Katie Ganshert Copy Share Image
“The indoor picnic had been laid out in an octagonal-shaped sunroom featuring an atrium set in the center of the stone floor.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Evolutionary biologists are not content merely to explain how variation occurs within limits, however. They aspire to answer a much broader question-which… — Phillip E. Johnson Copy Share Image
someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
