Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Olives are crushed to make the best oils. Grapes are squeezed to make the most fine wines. Roses are pressed to make… — Lisa Copy Share Image
People who have never had a broken heart will never understand dead roses, Tolstoy, airport lounges, Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor, neat… — Wendy Harmer Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue sadly enough I'm still in love with you. — Brittany Ball Copy Share Image
I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The Lady of Forgetfulness passed the sword to Mulan, but Mulan shook her head. "It's yours, not mine. I have my father's… — Elizabeth Lim Copy Share Image
I love two things, A rose & u. A rose 4 a short while, But you d rest of my life . — A Josland Copy Share Image
“Mala faced her wall of faded cereus blooms. She was content. Oblivious to the dew that drizzled from the mudra, she rocked… — Shani Mootoo Copy Share Image
Isn't man but a blossom taken by wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this land of… — James Clavell Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are red, Shrubs are red, Trees are red, OMG! My yard is on fire! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
I've always loved the scent of rose; it's just the most beautiful scent. If you open my bathroom cupboard, everything is rose… — Ella Woodward Copy Share Image
“...It's who you are. You're like a hummingbird, defying reality, a beautiful mystery, spreading your sweetness to all the needy flowers. Well,… — Karin Kallmaker Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I sing Connecticut, her charms / Of rivers, orchards, blossoming ridges. / I sing her gardens, fences, farms, / Spiders and midges. — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
“she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage… — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk. — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go,… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
