how seasonably leaf and blossom uncurl and living things arrange their death, while someone from afar off blows birthday candles for the… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
Roses and red. Violets are blue. This finger right here. Holy shit! It's for you!! — Bailey Heideman Copy Share Image
Every rose has a thorn. Never expect others to be perfect when you are not. — Frank Matobo Copy Share Image
You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Plover’s words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we’d had the living, blooming blossoms all around” — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“Bowing my head, I dipped my nose into the bouquet I'd assembled. There was flax, and forget-me-not, and hazel. There were white… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“The sky slides into blue, the bluffs into bloom; the rapid Mississippi expands; runs sparkling and gurgling, all over in eddies; one… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
“oy is held in the seed of agony, for what was closed in the winds of grief, now opens as a flower.… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me, I get butterflies, I hear lullabies, it's hard to explain… — Christina Aguilera Copy Share Image
My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“This womens skin is shimmering and pale, her long black hair is tied with dozens of silver ribbons that fall over her… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Desires Like the beautiful bodies of those who died young, tearfully interred in a grand mausoleum with roses by their heads and… — Constantinos P. Cavafis Copy Share Image
That first snowdrop, the flowering of the rose you pruned, a lettuce you grew from seed, the robin singing just for you.… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
“I am only a little rose who grows in deep and difficult places. ~ Song of Songs.” — Nicole Arlyn Copy Share Image
Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message,… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“Call me obsessed, color me consumed I’ve always been the type to notice The smell of a rose in bloom, But let… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
