“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers,… — Alys Fowler Copy Share Image
If you are an ardent reader, seek not brilliant and erudite texts; otherwise the demon of haughtiness will strike your heart. But… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“garden was inside a white picket fence. Most of the rosebushes had small buds on them. Some had early blossoms. The bushes… — Ron Roy Copy Share Image
Someone was sitting in front of a sunflower, watching the sunflower, a cup of sun, and so I tried it too. It… — Shunryu Suzuki Copy Share Image
A cat is a purring parcel of paradox, a cunning collection of contradictions. A cat is lazy and busy, dainty and savage,… — Leonore Fleischer Copy Share Image
The only sense we still respect is eyesight, probably because it is so closely attached to the brain. Go into any American… — Galway Kinnell Copy Share Image
Love is like a flower, and like the body, it needs constant feeding...And with love, also, cannot be expected to last forever… — Spencer W. Kimball Copy Share Image
“He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that… — Gemma Malley Copy Share Image
“I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“In June we picked the clover, And sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky.… — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
Perhaps God does with His heavenly garden as we do with our own. He may chiefly stock it from nurseries, and select… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
“Artists are the flowers of our world. The best ones are those that can stand out from the crowd and create their… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Saints are like trees. They do not call to anyone, neither do they send anyone away. They give shelter to whoever cares… — Anandamayi Ma Copy Share Image
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
They grow in layers, like the spirit does. That's what Grandpa Sam used to say, anyway. You just got to keep the… — James Lee Copy Share Image
Love is like a flower. Arguments are like heat and communication and spending time together is like water and soil. Do not… — Frank Matobo Copy Share Image
“Jaime had never realised that trees made a sound when they grew, and no-one else had realised it either, because the sound… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet's _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Our blessed Savior chose the Garden for his Oratory, and dying, for the place of his Sepulchre; and we do avouch for… — John Evelyn Copy Share Image
