“You stop fearing the Devil when you're holding his hand...” — April Genevieve Tucholke Copy Share Image
“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet. — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I feel like you have to tell people who you are, but you don't have to be disrespectful about it. But you… — Keke Palmer Copy Share Image
O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years,… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his… — William Maxwell Copy Share Image
“Just because he's a dick, doesn't mean you have to be.' 'But he's giving me so much material to work with.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves. — Fredrika Bremer Copy Share Image
Violet will be a good color for hair at just about the same time that brunette becomes a good color for flowers. — Fran Lebowitz Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold -… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I may not want to appear different than every other rider on this field, but I already am.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Violet moves, a readjustment, and I expect her to pull away. But instead, she leans further into me, her head on my… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And pray, who are you?" Said the Violet blue To the Bee, with surprise, At his wonderful size, In her eyeglass of… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
“Oh gods.' 'Which one are you calling out for?' he asks against my flesh. 'Because it's just you and me in this… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I want Violet to be proud of every little thing that is her - her hair, her body. We're all different, and… — Christina Milian Copy Share Image
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not several sorts of Rays make Vibrations of several bignesses, which according to their bigness excite Sensations of several Colours, much… — Isaac Newton Copy Share Image
And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a… — Sarah Smiley Copy Share Image
“Xaden's head snaps in my direction. 'Violence?' I take a step and then another, holding my frame upright with muscle memory I… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“You can't keep your seat?' 'No.' It's barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin.' 'How the hell can… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in… — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
Who are you?" Violet asked. It is confusing to fall asleep in the daytime and wake up at night. "what are you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“Violet,' Xaden groans against my mouth. The plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
“Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree… — Johannes Bobrowski Copy Share Image
“She can't die, and not just because there's a chance I won't survive. She can't die because I know I can't live… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Dear Haters, roses are red violet's blue, i'v got five fingures and the middle ones for you.. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
