Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
My home is my castle, and I spend a lot of time nurturing it, redecorating - moving this and adjusting that, adding… — Evangeline Lilly Copy Share Image
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share Image
Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“26. Plants do not actually sleep. Nor do they lie or even bluff. They do, however, expose their genitalia.” — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring. — Adah Isaacs Menken Copy Share Image
“Smart people that like good health spend several hours outdoors daily in the shade of trees.” — Steven Magee Copy Share Image
What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“It's Harvest Time. Jewish New Year. Back to School. The new theatrical season. These are September to me. Apples and honey, sharpened… — Shellen Lubin Copy Share Image
“Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“It is often said that the most majestic tree starts as a mere sapling. It is less commonly noted that when viewed… — Scott Meyer Copy Share Image
At a certain age, children are total Id - they're anything but beautiful little flowers. That always interests me. The place where… — Michael Gira Copy Share Image
Even in the obscure vast history of a planet the time it takes to make a forest counts. It takes a while.… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. — Susan Orlean Copy Share Image
I am a gardener, I have a big green thumb, and I can take care of these plants really easily because they… — Liza Koshy Copy Share Image
The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Flower lifted a brow, dubious. 'You have to pay for a place to be dead in?' Moon shrugged. 'Sometimes, in cities. It’s… — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
We cut and kill flowers because we think they're beautiful, we cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not. — Jayy Von Monroe Copy Share Image
Sweet I m But Honey is You. Image is Mine But Colours Are You. Poet I am But Poem is You. Flower… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
In New York, they understood that my country was not a country, but winter. And that my road was not really a… — Monique Leyrac Copy Share Image
A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows. — Talib Kweli Copy Share Image
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days. — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers…Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island. — William Golding Copy Share Image
People get stronger by every winter, trees go thru winter and take lots of damage but in the end they just grew… — CJ Copy Share Image
“we had practiced watering the positive seeds in him every day, he would not be the way he is today.” — Thich Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
It were a blessed sight to see That child become a willow tree, His brother trees among. He'd be four times as… — Catherine Maria Fanshawe Copy Share Image
I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did. And the tree was happy. — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave. — Ovid Copy Share Image
You’ll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it. — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men. — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
There is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head, and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of… — Robert South Copy Share Image
Even if love is full of thorns, I'd still embrace it for that In between those thorns, there is a rose that's… — Simpleman Copy Share Image
Flowers and flames. And color. Color as color, not as volume or light - only as color. — Charles Demuth Copy Share Image
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. — Doug Larson Copy Share Image
