We're starting to feel We stayed together out of fear Of dying alone I've been slipping through the years my old clothes… — she's_gone Copy Share Image
“Screen'd is this nook o'er the high, half-reap'd field, And here till sundown, Shepherd, will I be. Through the thick corn the… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I didn't wave my daisy. I felt small, the way an ant must feel looking up at a field of wildflowers. I… — Chelsea Sedoti Copy Share Image
and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It is not for you to say Hafiz That the rose is one of God's creations However heavenly it might smell You… — Hafiz Copy Share Image
I learned mainly through television, but I learned how to do mosaic, where you can buy stones or things of that nature.… — Barbara Mandrell Copy Share Image
“all hopes there, so close to each other, are pulled into the void every night; when a band of pale twinkles milking… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
Like arose tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his… — Juni Copy Share Image
If you have children, you know you're responsible for somebody. You realize you are being imitated; your belief systems and priorities have… — Madonna Ciccone Copy Share Image
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste… — Joseph Wood Krutch Copy Share Image
“All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
“If with the water’s rosy hue comparison be made, Carmine tears and dewy flowers seem of the self-same shade. Yet lady’s tears… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“He is hearing the uncertain passage of a broken heart, bruising itself again and again on the unjust stones. Such a heart… — Kaimana Wolff Copy Share Image
“Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“This womens skin is shimmering and pale, her long black hair is tied with dozens of silver ribbons that fall over her… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Nothing is so beautiful as Spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
I remember passing through New York in college and thinking, 'I'm going to come back here.' The energy just made me think… — Stephanie Szostak Copy Share Image
Color is, in brief terms, the type of love. Hence it is especially connected with the blossoming of the earth; and again,… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
“That wind! ...it called to mind the small, scarce, stemmy flowers that she and Edmund would walk half a day to pick,… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
'If Roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Please place them in my Mothers arms and tell her… — Andrew Guzaldo Copy Share Image
“Let's offer flowers, pour a cup of libation, split open the skies and start anew on creation. If the forces of grief… — Hafiz Copy Share Image
“There's a saying in Japan, and it has to do with cherry-blossom viewing: hana yori dango (Dumplings over flowers). It basically means… — Amanda Sun Copy Share Image
Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“-Well, well, look what you dragged up. You could’ve saved yourself the money on the flowers and just brought me him. Been… — richelle mead Copy Share Image
“Wisteria hangs over the eaves like clumps of ghostly grapes. Euphorbia's pale blooms billow like sea froth. Blood grass twists upward, knifing… — Zsuzsi Gartner Copy Share Image
“Autumn Dancer flutters among the flowers, chasing the last rays of sunlight until her haven is swallowed up by the night. Her… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model and the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister, then New York is… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom-a pear tree blossom in the spring.… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair;… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
It took 17 years to get 'Rambling Rose' made from the time Calder Willingham wrote the script adapted from his novel. Ed… — Diane Ladd Copy Share Image
“Season late, day late, sun just down, and the sky Cold gunmetal but with a wash of live rose, and she, From… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Don't forget, as busy as you may be, to quickly raise your head and cast a glance at those great silver clouds… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
“Christians must show that misery fits the good for heaven, while happiness prepares the bad for hell; that the wicked get all… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
