Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
What good is it if you talk in flowers, and they think in pastry? — Ashleigh Brilliant Copy Share Image
“Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.” — Bob Goddard Copy Share Image
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable. — George Sand Copy Share Image
“Well, you’re not giving him the guy’s version of flowers, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He smirked.” — K.I. Lynn Copy Share Image
No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . . — John Muir Copy Share Image
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“A breeze had come up and there was the scent of loam in the air. Hay and fertilizer. Sweet grass and wild… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“When it is time to sow, sow and when it is time to harvest, you will harvest. Obey this rule.” — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly;… — Juliette Adam Copy Share Image
Punch after punch after punch. February is a mean bully. Nothing could be worse - except August. — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the Cairngorms, doing 'Winterwatch,' I had a two-and-a-half hour walk one morning when we weren't filming, and it was just beautiful… — Michaela Strachan Copy Share Image
It's important when you're married not to forget those things you used to do when you were trying to get her to… — David Walliams Copy Share Image
“directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“The little prince, who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud, felt at once that some sort of miraculous… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“You know--my flower . . . I am responsible for her. And she is so weak! She is so naïve! She has… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
The Winnipeg cold is different than anything I have ever experienced. — Emily Hampshire Copy Share Image