But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
If flowers want to grow right out of concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down and smell them. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Like a beautiful flower that is colorful but has no fragrance, even well spoken words bear no fruit in one who does… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil. — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
We are like flowers always reaching up towards some shred of light. I find this wondrous, nearly magical, certainly brave. — Marisa Silver Copy Share Image
Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I like the fog that creeps over the whole city every night about five, and the warm protective feeling it gives...and lights… — Irene Dunne Copy Share Image
Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
How true it is that, if we are cheerful and contented, all nature smiles, the air seems more balmy, the sky clearer,… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither fading nor decaying, forms unaging. Flowers of the splendid gardens of… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It does not mean that there will be no work if we turn life into a celebration. It is not that the… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image