Ah... romance to me is spontaneity. It's not diamond…

“A little later Anastasia was sitting before her bedroom fire writing. It has a magic of its own—the bedroom fire. Not such a one…

— John Meade Falkner

“daffodils. The birches were already in pale green leaf.”

— Jostein Gaarder

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

“Those born under Pacific Northwest skies are like daffodils: they can achieve beauty only after a long, cold sulk in the rain.”

— Leslye Walton

“On the night that she'd been brought here she'd had the idea that the abbey was closed in by trees. Now she could see…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“It was spring and they stood on the banks of the small river that ran beside the ruins of the old cathedral at Dyemore…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring.

— Kirsty Gallacher

When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

“Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring”

— Richard L. Ratliff

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

— Philip Larkin

“Twitter romances are fleeting, much like daffodils that bloom in spring and fade away, only to return again next year.”

— Shahid Hussain Raja

“ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at…

— William Wordsworth

Never be afraid to be a poppy in a field of daffodils.

— Michaela DePrince

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

— William Wordsworth

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

— Philip Larkin