A Primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was something more. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Be careful walking down the primrose path. You may find hell instead of happily ever after.” — Gossip Girl Copy Share Image
A primrose by the river's brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“1,300 mg of evening primrose oil three times a day to help with hormone balance.” — Maria Emmerich Copy Share Image
“A penny for your thoughts...you have the primrose! Be sure you are sitting pretty to do things that cost a pretty penny.” — Anyaele Sam Chiyson Copy Share Image
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
“An old memory that surfaces. A late primrose preserved between the pages. Strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm glad I don't live in Primrose Hill any more. I couldn't even walk through the park. You never invite that kind… — Jonny Lee Miller Copy Share Image
Prims face is fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful… — Hunger Games Copy Share Image
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“I know. If I want to make you happy, it won't be through gifts like these. Rather than the rose raised in… — Mizue Tani Copy Share Image
Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering… — William Allingham 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
“The Evening Primrose Like a flower blooming From an Evening Primrose, They, too, shall die In great sorrow. For they only were… — D.M. Shiro Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
