An educator should think of a child as a gardener thinks of a plant, as something to be made to grow by… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
“A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar - Christmas with evergreen… — Pierre Huyghe Copy Share Image
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue.… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“Damask roses and white picket fences, a childhood ripe with an array of senses. Forest black against starry skies, Pink clouds dusting… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He… — Charles Martin Copy Share Image
“destroying beauty a rose red sunlight; I take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: the petals are as greasy as… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“...but from this distance, the velvety reds, flashing yellows and glassy whites [of the roses] seemed to break up the light of… — Jane Smiley Copy Share Image
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
“A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves… — Madeline Hunter Copy Share Image
“I wonder if I am not turning into a contemplative . . . But those roses . They were something else. I… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
“Like every year, the peach flowers began to blossom, draping the orchard like a filmy pink dress. Thousands of tiny pink petals… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
There's nothing essentially romantic about things like roses or jewelry. Romance starts as some blank concept, and then you just fill it… — Andrea Seigel Copy Share Image
“At the door to the shop, a bell tinkled, and moments later they seemed to enter the very flowering of lavender. The… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image