“The significance of the rose? I thought. Who gives a shit? What's the significance of the white tulips? That was a question… — John Green Copy Share Image
When the rose dies it falls open, spreading perfume. You will become a window for every house. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by… — H.P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
In order for it to hide its own beauty, a rose hides behind its sharp thorns. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves… — William Browne Copy Share Image
A boy gives a girl 12 roses. 11 fake, 1 real and he says to her I will stop loving you when… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I feel there will be a time. A time when there will be no agony. I will never cry. There will come… — Aleena Yasin Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are blue, The sun shines as bright as my love does for you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I took off petal after petal, as if you were a rose, in order to see your soul, and I didn't see… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
“Like a bloomed bouquet of gardenias, her smile gave purpose to my existence." Dion Kleon - Men of the Cave” — Marisette Burgess Copy Share Image
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“The roses once grew there, and well their lives conceal; the ivy cobbled up their voices, and made me not to feel.” — Amy N. Edwards Copy Share Image
“They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
Tart and sweet, tinged with the faint scent of almonds and flowers, the Blenheim is the ideal apricot for both eating and… — Samin Nosrat Copy Share Image
If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be… — Alan Bennett Copy Share Image
I adore gardening and plan to take it up properly when I have a bit more time on my hands. Until then,… — Shilpa Shetty Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are gold, now get on your knees and do what your told. ;) — Kaycee Copy Share Image
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Boy: Roses are red, violets are blue, you are beautiful and sexy too. Girl: Roses are red violets are blue how many… — Hailey Noelle Copy Share Image
