“Later in the winter I'd tire of the snow, but Christmas snow was different.” — Marie Landry Copy Share Image
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
I know my corn plants intimately, and I find it a great pleasure to know them. — Barbara McClintock Copy Share Image
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.” — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliche. Flowers and Christmas lights, it's what we're programmed to love. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Nothing lasts. Everything changes. But the changes are the same. Winter will always turn to spring.” — Susan Trott Copy Share Image
The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“The thorns we endure in life are but shadowed by the precious petals of a rosey outlook.” — Andrew Pacholyk Copy Share Image
Let us not only scatter benefits, but even strew flowers for our fellow-travellers, in the rugged ways of this wretched world. — Lord Chesterfield Copy Share Image
One rose; nothing more, nothing less. A rose that will prick his heart and make it bleed. A rose that will make… — Aly Johnson Copy Share Image
A beautiful blossom is a fleeting thing It stays for a moment and then takes wing: With special rays we catch it… — Albert Richards Copy Share Image
“Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Dark rocks stood waiting to be sculpted by the wind. Tiny seeds rode the air, waiting to fall and take root. Under… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the present with the past. Neither in countries without a… — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
We can choose to gather to our hearts the thorns of disappointment, failure, loneliness, and dismay in our present situation. Or we… — Barbara Johnson Copy Share Image
“I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
