Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days. — Philip Whalen Copy Share Image
Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees. — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads. — P. L. Travers Copy Share Image
it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree. — Saigyō Copy Share Image
There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest. — Ruskin Bond Copy Share Image
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There's a natural tendency to sanitize and polish any historical icon whether it be George Washington chopping down the cherry tree or… — Taylor Branch Copy Share Image
“The most glorious hour in Manhattan was when twilight fell in sheets across the Great Lawn. Bands of blue turned darker by… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in… — William McDonough Copy Share Image
A short distance away is the Tidal Basin, ringed by cherry trees that every year produce flowers, an event to which Washingtonians… — Dave Barry Copy Share Image
“in the mountains the cherry trees were in full bloom, and the farther he went, the lovelier the veils of mist became,… — Murasaki Shikibu Copy Share Image
The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the… — Quentin Crisp Copy Share Image
The turn from this end [despair] to a new beginning came from three things. A blooming cherry tree, the unexpected kindness of… — Jürgen Moltmann Copy Share Image
Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
The crude commercialism of America, its materialising spirit, its indifference to the poetical side of things, and its lack of imagination and… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air,… — Andrew Schneider Copy Share Image
Up to the days of Indiana's early statehood, probably as late as 1825, there stood, in what is now the beautiful little… — Maurice Thompson Copy Share Image
“Do you know what I wish?” Skylar held Xander’s hand tight as he looked up at the falling leaves. “I wish we… — Heidi Cullinan Copy Share Image
My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman, building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
“The cherry trees are disconsolate lovers; they can't hold their pink smiles after the unkindness of that night. The wind here is… — Robert Moss Copy Share Image
“Some people say hockey is like religion, but that's wrong. Hockey is like faith. Religion is something between you and other people;… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“Out in the field, sitting on the grass, the hard-core omnivores are hunched around and over the cadaver of a creature they've… — Mango Wodzak Copy Share Image
“That ride was perhaps the most wonderful thing that happened to them in Narnia. Have you ever had a gallop on a… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“The blossoms seem unusually lovely this year. There were none of the scarlet-and-white-striped curtains that are set up among the blossoming trees… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“The morning after / my death” The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there… — Elinor Wylie Copy Share Image
“It was on the morning of the first day at my school after the long summer break this year that I noticed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“Few things are harder to visualise than that a cold snowbound landscape, so marrow-chillingly quiet and lifeless, will, within mere months, be… — Karl Ove Knausgård Copy Share Image
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends — Anonymous Copy Share Image