“The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes… — Galway Kinnell Copy Share Image
Give me to live with Love alone And let the world go dine and dress; For Love hath lowly haunts... If life's… — Samuel Laman Blanchard Copy Share Image
This is for individuals, lost and wandering , there isn't a better way to grow than to make sure the roots are… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
What I love about the currawongs is the way in which they appear from nowhere and, for a brief period, rule the… — John Gould Copy Share Image
In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“Yet there was a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay;… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
The leaves of these [larch] trees are like those of the pine; timber from them comes in long lengths, is as easily… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
Sometimes people ask me, 'You do stand-up?' I try explaining what I do, and I don't think they really get it. So:… — Charlyne Yi Copy Share Image
“And it has stayed there, calmly in its spot, growing slowly, producing leaves, losing leaves, producing more, as those mammoths became extinct,… — Matt Haig Copy Share Image
Whether the flower or the color is the focus I do not know. I do know the flower is painted large to… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
My strength never came from political echelons, it came from the family. And from the fields and the lands and the flowers… — Ariel Sharon Copy Share Image
I'm a very big fan of winter-flowering shrubs and bulbs. You have the smell, you have the color - it's really like… — Dries van Noten Copy Share Image
I was taught to confront things you can't avoid. Death is one of those things. To live in a society where you're… — Damien Hirst Copy Share Image
If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America... that germ will spring… — Ernestine Rose Copy Share Image
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
There is nothing in your budget for joy. No books, no flowers, no music, not even a cold beer. And there is… — Robert Fulghum Copy Share Image
“Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got… — Olive Ann Burns Copy Share Image
As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“The most thrilling day of the year, the first real day of Spring had enclosed its warm delicious beauty even to London… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion:… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
“LOVE IS A FLOWER Treat your relationship As if you are growing The most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, Tend to… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
If you give a child something very complex to paint, such as a bouquet of flowers or a natural landscape, if he… — Robert Motherwell Copy Share Image
Robert Vavra is one of these artists, part magician, part alchemist, who is able to create a series of photographs in unforgettable… — Peter Ustinov 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
“Should we only be interested to view the cherry blossoms at their peak, or the moon when it is full? To yearn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
After I did the drawings of trees combining them with words, I started doing - I did that for a very short… — Robert Barry 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
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
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
The fly runs toward the fire or lamp, thinking that it is a flower, and gets burnt up. Even so, the passionate… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
The dance grew into a colorful flower bouquet which caught and contained the glow of sun-happy summer days, the secret of star-studded… — Mary Wigman Copy Share Image
He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for… — Leo Tolstoy 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
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