We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You will search and search but only one flower in the field is the one you really one. it's the beautiful bright… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There's something about the flower that grows through the rocks, the pavement; through logs and stone or brick walls... all roses are… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at… — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
For a stalk to grow or a flower to open there must be time that cannot be forced; nine months must go… — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
Mary, you make me wanna eat you Every time I see you, it's like the first time I meet you Fragrance like… — Daniel Dumile Copy Share Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are someone I'll never forget. Your name's too precious, it will never… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We're like a gardener with a hose and our attention is water - we can water flowers or we can water weeds. — Josh Radnor Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. — William Shakespeare 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
The organic gardener does not think of throwing away the garbage. She knows that she needs the garbage. She is capable of… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love! — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
Like flowers and plants, we too need ground under our feet, warmth and sunshine and food for our spirit, protective boundaries, tending… — Sonia Choquette Copy Share Image
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather.… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
I am purely evil; Hear the thrum of my evil engine; Evilly I come. The stars are thick as flowers In the… — Ethel Mannin 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
Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body there are flowers. One… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
