Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. — Doug Larson Copy Share Image
I think 'Apricot Princess' actually came out before 'Flower Boy.' — Rex Orange County Copy Share Image
Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color. — Stephanie Copy Share Image
Spring was coming back with the old promise, demanding the old sacrifice. — Sheila Kaye-Smith Copy Share Image
“I will use a flower petal for paper, And write you the sweetest letter,” — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
I must confess that flowers are my weakness and I love receiving them, especially Indian fragrant flowers - Mogra, Rajnigandha, Sontakka, etc. — Shabana Azmi Copy Share Image
“The wind grew cold. The leaves turned red. The bark turned red. The soil turned red. The stars turned red. Something was… — T.R. Darling Copy Share Image
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Snow is all right while it is snowing; it is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“Redemption, he thought. Spring came no matter how dark and cruel the winter might be. Jakub” — Linda Lafferty Copy Share Image
“Surely this trial is just for a season. All I need is the strength to endure — to see through the darkness… — Tracy Leininger Craven Copy Share Image
The people used to be like Flowers without any thorns. But today they are thorns without any Flower — Mir Anas Hossain Copy Share Image
“Summer Magic’… two words that go well together, because summer always means a certain kind of magic to most of us. In… — Walter Elias Disney Copy Share Image
The hopeless hope is one of the early harbingers of spring, bespeaking an innocent belief that the world might right its wrongs… — Aleksandar Hemon Copy Share Image
“When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“At dusk, on the last day of April, I hear a calling noise, like a white-winged barn owl, and I go to… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is exceedingly deleterious to withdraw the sanction of religion from amusement. If we feel that it is all injurious we should… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
L I K E is like a bunch of dandelion seeds falling beautifully on the ground. It's a soft and good feeling… — Seohyun Copy Share Image
“It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
As naturally as the oak bears an acorn and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“A rose struggling in a desert is still braver than a flower flourishing in a rain forest.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“February was sobbing and blustering its lachrymose way into March, when she received a letter from the Dean.” — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security? — Elizabeth Taylor Copy Share Image
Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic. — Dave Eggers Copy Share Image
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that ia eternity.” — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Flower bomb, can I blow up on your mind. This is not no Sandra Bull, but youre Potion 9. — Wale Copy Share Image
“A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blossoming in a rainforest.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
The dance of the flower in the wind, in the sun, in the rain, cannot be understood by the head; the heart… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“Metaphorically, organizations are like vegetable gardens, where each capability is a different type of vegetable growing in the garden.” — Pearl Zhu Copy Share Image
A plant's ability to grow, increase and sustain itself became of secondary and almost minimal interest. — Bill Munson Copy Share Image
