“Mama says it’s just her nature. Some people are flowers, and some are thorns.” — Jennifer Archer Copy Share Image
Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of. — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
If love is the sweet as flower...then my mother is the sweetest flower of love — Mercy Pheona Copy Share Image
Here in Beacon, I feel like this was the worst year yet. The entire town, like a lot of winter towns, just… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
Phyllis Diller's Christmas Advice : Never stand under a partride in a pear tree. — Phyllis Diller Copy Share Image
Only after Winter comes do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade. — Confucius Copy Share Image
“Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty, Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us… — Maud Lindsay Copy Share Image
And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood. — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine:… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the… — Robert K. Massie Copy Share Image
Wherever I go, and whoever I encounter, I will bring them a gift. The gift may be a compliment, a flower, or… — Deepak Chopra Copy Share Image
I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when… — Jennifer Niven Copy Share Image
All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“Have you noticed how every tree is different here? All twisted by the wind and snow, but if that was all, they… — Jackie French Copy Share Image
“I heard a rapid alternation of notes, a vibrating staccato of an ancient instrument, nearly as old as nature herself, a cricket… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Pike spawn in February, March, and April because they cannot wait until May.” — Will Cuppy Copy Share Image
Gardening is, apart from having children, the most rewarding thing in life — Alan Titchmarsh Copy Share Image
If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image