O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
“UNDERSTANDING makes LOVE to NOURISH, BLOSSOM like a flower in the morning summer day.” — Bonakala Bsac Copy Share Image
“Rachael could see the lavender fields from where they sat at the kitchen table. They stretched in a purple haze over the… — Ellen Read Copy Share Image
“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
“He took her as though she were a toy, a toy or a closed rosebud which he brought into bloom each night… — Jorge Amado Copy Share Image
In Christ we see a maturity of love that flowers in self-sacrifice and forgiveness; a maturity of power that never swerves from… — Vincent Nichols Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, have I mentioned that I am in love with you? — Daley Copy Share Image
Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on,… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May And hive the the trifty sweetness for December! — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Flowers should be viewed when half open, wine should be drunk only to subtle intoxication; there is great fun in this. If… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
Love is like a rose.... in order to grasp its beauty, you must endure the thorns — Brandon Wagner Copy Share Image
I was born on a farm. My strength has nothing to do with political apparatus. I get my strength from nature, from… — Ariel Sharon Copy Share Image
~He handed her a dozen roses. 11 real, 1 fake and he told her he would love her till the last rose died~ — Melchor Lim Copy Share Image
“She smelled sometimes of lemons, sometimes of sage, sometimes of roses, sometimes of bay leaf. At times I would no longer hear… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
“It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
