Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows. — John Gay Copy Share Image
I like the way she move it, come be my buttercup and let me double scoop it. — WillIAm Copy Share Image
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“A buttercup is a wild yellow flower that is as beautiful as it is delicate, and can adapt and flourish in the… — Francis Ray Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Her neon yellow t-shirt said Suck It Up, Buttercup. It was baggy, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. This long-legged bitch tempts… — Roni O'Connell Copy Share Image
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
There's nothing better than just staring at a buttercup, struggling to make an impact on the world. — Bob Mortimer Copy Share Image
I love you,” Buttercup said. “I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Wildflower: Don't let people walk all over you, Buttercup. It's your life. If you want something, you need to get out there… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly,… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.' 'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired.… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he’s bristling with aggression. (That’s… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“To us children he (Mr Ewing) was our very own ‘Mr Chips’ and invariably we would each receive half a crown whenever… — Bill Scott Copy Share Image
Buttercup's mother hesitated, then put her stew spoon down. (This was after stew, but so is everything. When the first man first… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“And then there was the expansive garden that ran the length of the rear of the house- lush with color and fragrances… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
Flailing and thrashing, Buttercup wept and tossed and paced and wept some more, and there have been three great cases of jealousy… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“When she was almost seventeen, a man in a carriage came to town and watched as she rode for provisions. He was… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. 'I should have… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Buttercups" When we were children our papas were stout And colorless as seaweed or the floats At anchor off New Bedford. We… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
