I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of… — Jean Plaidy Copy Share Image
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books,… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I seek and don’t find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots. — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
A grower of chrysanthemums awaited a visit from the emperor, who was coming to enjoy his blossoms, of which there were hundreds… — John Templeton Copy Share Image
It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Some brave chrysanthemums still stood in the country gardens, but they looked like bedraggled survivors of a battle, barely able to hold… — Patricia Moyes Copy Share Image
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on… — Sugawara no Michizane Copy Share Image
You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
