Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with… — John Clare Copy Share Image
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise,… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
“ In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed… — Sei Shônagon Copy Share Image
“A tree grows into the air because it grows out of the air. The bulk of the tree is not made from… — Oliver Morton Copy Share Image
Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Flowers need plenty of water and sunshine to grow. Love, too, needs attention and affection, or else it slowly withers away from… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“You may tear the petals, but the scent still remains. You may close the chapter, but the ink still remains. The unfinished… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
The Best Things In Life Are Free Sunshine, songs of birds, the blue heavens, sunrise, the sea air, the field full of… — Alfred Armand Montapert Copy Share Image
Here even the various mind-pleasing blossoming flowers, and attractive shining supreme golden houses, have no inherently existent maker at all. They are… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair;… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
“a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts,… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“The tree you behold, so fresh and alive, whose fruit seems to come without delay, has in reality been patiently maturing for… — Kamaran Ihsan Salih Copy Share Image
“Ideas begin their life as small seeds, so light they may drift through the air like dust motes. If a human is… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
The imitator treads a beaten walk, and with all his diligence can only find a few flowers or branches untouched by his… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
Nick spoke for the first time. "Can I go to the nurse's office too?" Ms. Popplewell looked at him It obviously took… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
Respect, of course is a tricky term. I may respect your gardening by just letting you get on with it. Or, I… — Simon Blackburn Copy Share Image
My God is the green tide in the spring leaves the redness of cherries high in the air the excitement of shooting… — William of Ockham Copy Share Image
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
This storm you talk of . . .t will be such a one, my son, as the world has not seen before.… — James Hilton Copy Share Image
With spring the father-sky remakes the world: The male shower has flowed into the bride, Earth's body; then shifted through sky and… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God on this world about us. He has inscribed His thoughts… — Theodore Parker Copy Share Image
Catch me, Seth," she invited. He paused. "Faeries chase," he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking that it will be autumn soon," she said, lifting her gaze to his. "Autumn is my absolute favorite season. Spring… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
An oak and a reed were arguing about their strength. When a strong wind came up, the reed avoided being uprooted by… — Aesop Copy Share Image
but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Imagination! My problem is that I have so many ideas, I never have enough time to use them all. Just the other… — Amy Sedaris Copy Share Image
“What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“When the human voice is reduced to being no longer a song, a word, or a cry, but the articulation of the… — Michel Leiris Copy Share Image
It being a part of Mrs. Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I remember passing through New York in college and thinking, 'I'm going to come back here.' The energy just made me think… — Stephanie Szostak Copy Share Image
“Nothing is so beautiful as Spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“If you're looking at a single withered tree, it can seem like a grievous wound to the forest. But from the forest's… — Isuna Hasekura Copy Share Image
“... Correspondence, which bears much the same relation to personal intercourse that the books of dried plats I sometimes see do to… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
