It is universally allowed that, though nothing can be more interesting in itself than the conversation of two lovers, yet nothing can… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
And fairy month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcome here anew With… — John Clare Copy Share Image
No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
There is snobbery in the idea that the modern cult of celebrity has not touched the lofty realm of letters. We are… — Zia Haider Rahman Copy Share Image
“Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can’t get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton!… — Paul Kortepeter Copy Share Image
Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
If youve ever lived in Chicago, anyone who has, they know what a winter in Chicago is like. To be going through… — Lee DeWyze Copy Share Image
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Instead of diving into the shadows of the forest, he was a tawny lightning bolt striking the edge of a clearing that… — Elizabeth Lim Copy Share Image
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There's immeasurable glory in riding a tractor. You start by taking a lap around the fields, smelling the aroma, admiring the colors,… — Michael Paterniti Copy Share Image
Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small… — Lou Andreas-Salomé Copy Share Image
The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've… — Ned Rorem Copy Share Image
“One of the exciting benefits of this revelation is that financial harvests are not seasonal. If you give, you will receive! You… — Kenneth Copeland Copy Share Image
People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Mine is a most peaceable disposition. My wishes are: a humble cottage with a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Why can't we all just acknowledge that 'nature' - that is, 'sex' or 'erotic' images, which are really just 'attracters' are everywhere.… — Sara Genn Copy Share Image
I go five steps in the garden, and I immediately lose track of time... it is a kind of joy in being… — W. S. Merwin Copy Share Image
“- I picked these last night. I want you to have them. - Th-thanks. What kind of flowers are these? They're pretty.… — Shouji Gatou Copy Share Image
“Salmon with Violets SERVES 4 I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows … A… — Francine Segan Copy Share Image
But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and… — Erica Cope Copy Share Image
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course,… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
A poet sees a flower and can go on and on about how beautiful the colors are. But what the poet doesn't… — George M. Church Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Is there a relative value of beauty? Is evanescence - fleetingness - a necessary element of the thing that most moves us?… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Outside in the yard, the rusted tractors and car bodies, the harvester combs and the sheets of corrugated iron, the motors and… — Paddy O'Reilly Copy Share Image
When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
I listen to the things people want out of love these days and they blow my mind. I go to the pub… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“All that happens is as habitual and familiar as roses in spring and fruit in the summer. True too of disease, death,… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter… — Matthew Fox Copy Share Image
“Si tu aimes une fleur qui se trouve dans une étoile, c'esit doux, la nuit, de regarder le ciel. Toutes les étoiles… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The words came so fast they seemed to roll down hill. Nobody ever calls it all that; it's just spring wheat, but… — Mildred Walker Copy Share Image
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
