“She walked indoors, and staring once more at her orchids, thought to herself: ‘Flowers have their spring-time, a time for fresh blossoms… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
“Translating this to the spiritual regions as their wont is, the poets sang beautifully how roses fade and petals fall. The moment… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
“She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!” — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown, And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary… — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
“California loosestrife: A flowering herb native to California with long spikes of purple flowers whose soapy, herbal aroma inspires strength in the… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an… — Solomon Northup Copy Share Image
“Aidan’s hands itched to strangle the woman. He had known Marie from the moment of her birth—sixty two years ago—and they had… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I breathe in... the fragrance of love, and moist sand the one his roses left on both my hands I just keep… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
“Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Can anything be more grotesque and barbarous than our 'florists' bouquets,' a series of concentric rings of flowers of divers colours, bordered… — Isabella Bird Copy Share Image
Only the other day I was inquiring of an entire bed of old-fashioned roses, forced to listen to my ramblings on the… — Prince Charles Copy Share Image
“A shopgirl dressed in finery, speaking in cockney... it's like fingernails on slate." "Yes," Llandrindon said with a laugh. "Or like seeing… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The warm afternoon, the garden, the tray of empty glasses on the grass, succeeded in conveying foreboding and dissatisfaction; even the roses… — Shirley Hazzard Copy Share Image
Life can only be kept by giving it away. But then it will bloom. — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
