“No, no, no, no. Don't get carried away, man. One thaw is not the summer.” — Andrea Levy Copy Share Image
Take the time to smell the roses. Inch by inch lifes a synch, yard by yard life is hard. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
Knowledge is also borrowed. It is not a flower that grows in your soul, it is something plastic that has been imposed… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised. — Vanna Bonta Copy Share Image
“You don't have to give me flowers, Coburn. You don't even have to hold me. Let me hold you. - Honor Gillette” — Sandra Brown Copy Share Image
With all the bullshit in my life lately, I'm surprised I can't fertilize a nice flower garden in my back yard! — Green Monk Copy Share Image
You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
My hobbies are cooking and gardening, especially growing orchids. I love soccer, my husband and I support a British team called Chelsea,… — Juliet Mills Copy Share Image
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also… — Clark Blaise Copy Share Image
Why are women wearing perfumes that smell like flowers to attract men? Men don't like flowers. I have a great idea for… — Rita Rudner Copy Share Image
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“All the men she's been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“Friedrich had found a little girl in the village schoolroom painting a black flower. When he’d asked her why she would paint… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“In the hardest winter the roots are sill alive in the frozen ground.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds. — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“... I thought that maybe he could see the universe in the snow...” — Mette Jakobsen Copy Share Image
“I find nothing toxic in the thorn, only the occasional prickle of the rose.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
So small, so blue, in grassy places / My flowers raise / Their tiny faces. — Cicely Mary Barker Copy Share Image