No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“A rose, no matter how beautiful, still has to contend with thorns.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“By July we had strawberries, red currants, raspberries, veal, dill, baby turnips, marrow. Mussolini resigned, and Italy capitulated. Roses could be had.” — Elise Blackwell Copy Share Image
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
“Autumn Shimmer" In the heart of autumn, in the season of falling leaves, when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams, sadness falls… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades? — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“The shefali will not bloom until it was time for the pujas.” — Manoshi Bhattacharya Copy Share Image
She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen… — Lewis Nordan Copy Share Image
Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew… — Lucian Blaga Copy Share Image
“Time must have covered it over with roses so it would not be remembered. One particular rose, that has an unexpected magic,… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
You better send roses to the house, you feel me?! ROSES, DAWG, WITH PICKLES IN UM!! FRIED PICKLES!! for my sister. — Pauly D Copy Share Image
Marriage is a plastic flower. Love is a real rose, but the real rose is beautiful in the morning; by the evening… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“...listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“The Gauze of Flowers, A Love Poem” Remember when we couldn’t name it because it was a meadow wild with tulips, both… — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold. — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet. — Delano Johnson Copy Share Image
The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he… — Saint Francis de Sales Copy Share Image
“He swept the red cloak around Inej's shoulders in a rain of petals and blossoms as she continued to strap on her… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
The indignity of it!- With everything blooming above me, Lilies, pale-pink cyclamen, roses, Whole fields lovely and inviolate,- Me down in the… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld? — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
