“#295. "Love was like a fragile flower that took a lot of care and hard work to sustain. And just like a… — Born Of Fire by Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
L.A. is a great place to write because you have a lot of space. I have a big office at home, I… — Rachel Kushner Copy Share Image
Gardening as far as Gardening is Art, or entitled to that appellation, is a deviation from nature; for if the true taste… — Joshua Reynolds Copy Share Image
The foul slime stands for the sloth and vice of man, the decay of humanity; the fragrant flower that springs from it,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
I will become a firefly and even in the day my glow will be seen in spite of the sun. Let others… — Og Mandino Copy Share Image
Your soul is like a flower. So pretty and precious. But also like a flower it can wither. Without the proper care,… — Kori Rice Copy Share Image
The "germ," wherever gathered, has ever been for me, "the germ of a story," and most of the stories strained to shape… — Henry James Copy Share Image
“Year by year I see trees disappearing. It's no good people saying they replant: you never find the same number. Each time… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“In Northamptonshire dialect 'to thaw' is 'to ungive.' The beauty of this variant I find hard to articulate, but it surely has… — Robert Macfarlane Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
“Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. "Anemone," he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the… — Emma Donoghue Copy Share Image
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon… — Hafez Copy Share Image
When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before… — George Washington Carver Copy Share Image
“For some days, now, the termperature had wavered between freezing and thawing and it was difficult to tell whether the sediment thickening… — David Lodge Copy Share Image
“Keep that red-haired girl of yours in the open air all summer and don't let her read books until she gets more… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young… — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
“For the acorn to move forward in its life, it must first be severed from everything it has ever known. It must… — Cody Edward Lee Miller Copy Share Image
Chicago always hit me as such a gloomy place - I just remember all the snow getting dirty as soon as it… — Terry Zwigoff Copy Share Image
The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings, while others are hard-pressed to… — Leo Buscaglia Copy Share Image
Science, or para-science, tells us that geraniums bloom better if they are spoken to. But a kind word every now and then… — Victoria Glendinning Copy Share Image
Papa sat down at the table and poured his tea from the china tea set with pink flowers on the edges. I… — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Copy Share Image
Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always… — Benjamin Alire Saenz Copy Share Image
“Somebody embroidered the doily. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Leisure, itself the creation of wealth, is incessantly engaged in transmuting wealth into beauty by secreting the surplus energy which flowers in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I am aware of the changes, but in no sense am I believer that we live in a post-racial society. That's a… — Russell Banks Copy Share Image
“NOVEMBER: Hot‑cocoa moments as the leaves drift away, and colorful October slips quietly through the gates — a graceful performer ending her… — Charmaine J. Forde Copy Share Image
