It might take a while before I open up, before I blossom, but I'm sure it will be worth it. it's said… — Arianna Lyzette Copy Share Image
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
“I remember sitting and meditating beside a slow flowing river in India, and I got the feeling that this river could teach… — Swami Dhyan Giten Copy Share Image
When people come up and give me a compliment... I take each remark as if it were a flower. At the end… — Corrie Ten Boom Copy Share Image
What do I need to ruin the perfectly beautiful of a flower, when I know from the start... That she loves me… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
We will be on the fourth for a long time. We haven't entered the area of the fourth that I've talked about… — Drunvalo Melchizedek Copy Share Image
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching. — Rumi Copy Share Image
You are Life passing through your body, passing through your mind, passing through your soul. Once you find that out, not with… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Modesty, that perennial flower planted instinctively in the human breast, blooms therein only as continence guards and virtue keeps. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin or when he sees silver he looks… — H. L. Mencken Copy Share Image
“I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden,… — Lord Alfred Douglas Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Teach them about anger, the sin that comes with dawning. Teach them about flowers, and the beauty of forgiveness. — Lou Reed Copy Share Image
Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
I was a terrible actor. But John Hughes liked me, and he encouraged me. I made him laugh, I guess is the… — Louie Anderson Copy Share Image
Goodness is not in the backyard of the individual nor in the open field of the collective; goodness flowers only in freedom… — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
“I remember him with a dark passionflower in his hand, looking at it as no one has ever looked at such a… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
When I shared a room with my sister Trisha, we drew a line down the middle. She had Laura Ashley stuff with… — Melissa Joan Hart Copy Share Image
