“Can you enter a house uninvited?" "No." "Why?" "That would be rude.” — Abigail Gibbs Copy Share Image
How do you do?" said Violet. "How do you do?" said Klaus. "Odo yow!" said Sunny. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”) — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
My name itself is extremely campy. Violet Chachki literally translates to purple doodad. — Violet Chachki Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Violet. I want Violet, and I’ll do whatever it takes to have her. Period. End of story. And that is who I… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years? — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have to penetrate the eye before the eye can… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
If a little kid ever asks you just why the sky is blue, you look him or her right in the eye… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Even if I am just sleeping with her or just watching cartoons in bed, I know Violet values that. I try to… — Christina Milian Copy Share Image
Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something that can give you… — Jennifer Niven Copy Share Image
His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Last time I was in London, I visited Number 5, Bruton Street, which is the address I gave to Violet Bridgerton, the… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
Tokyo Heist is a fast-paced, exotic reading adventure, a story where The da Vinci Code meets the wildly popular manga genre! Author… — Alane Ferguson Copy Share Image
“Jesus Christ!" I yelled, jumping up and down to shake out the fear as I opened the sliding door, frowning when I… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You keeping any other secrets up there?' Rhiannon eventually asks. Guilt settles in my stomach when I think of Xaden and his… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
A gift of flowers to a woman implies that she is as deliciously desirable as the blossoms themselves; but there may be… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
If we seek for the simplest arrangement, which would enable it [the eye] to receive and discriminate the impressions of the different… — Thomas Young Copy Share Image
“The child, laughing with joy and awe at the sight of the first violet understands far more in the deepest terms than… — The child laughing with joy and awe at the sight of the first violet understands far more in the dee Copy Share Image
“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image