I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
Modesty, that perennial flower planted instinctively in the human breast, blooms therein only as continence guards and virtue keeps. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
“I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden,… — Lord Alfred Douglas Copy Share Image
“What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower — the image… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Noa sleeps with the curtains open, allowing as much moonlight as possible to flood her bedroom, allowing her to see each and… — Menna van Praag Copy Share Image
Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him. — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Roses are red violtes are blue your love for me is amazing dont ever leave me I love you — Nina Copy Share Image
“I think true love transcends tiem. The thunderbolt does not. Not if it strkes men the way you described." I start a… — Mya Robarts Copy Share Image
“A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower in the old garden, gracing the silvery-blue tips of the crocuses and what remained of… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“There is a bench in the back of my garden shaded by Virginia creeper, climbing roses, and a white pine where I… — Mary Rose O'Reilley Copy Share Image
“While the indecisive customer hovered over an array of perfumes that Nettle had brought out for her, the American girls browsed among… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“It happened to me the year I retired. You reach a certain age, and it all kicks in: Social Security, Medicare, and… — Sigrid Nunez Copy Share Image
“June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
