Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“What blooms inside you matters more than what grows around you.” — Ajmal, from "The Border of a Mind Copy Share Image
There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“When the petals of the heart unfold fragrance spreads across the valley.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
Rose are red, Violets are blue. Everyone does this, So I thought I would too. — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
“MOTHER – By Ted Kooser Mid April already, and the wild plums bloom at the roadside, a lacy white against the exuberant,… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
Dear Flowers, All of you are different. But there is something you all have in common. You all describe different feelings and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Beneath the thick flowering smell was an antiseptic undernote, profumo della morte. The scent of death was pervasive and ugly, no matter… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I've got 5 fingers, The middle ones for you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Your beautiful like when it's spring time and each petal blooms with each flower there's always a beauty just like you _c_ — Courtney Hood Copy Share Image
Youthness are like roses bloom, the fragrance may attract a forced (opposite sex), everyone — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If only the herdsman had not brought him up with the flocks, not reared him, Paris, Alexander, to watch his flock by… — Euripides Copy Share Image
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew!… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“The pale whiteness of her upturned face as she choked on the smoke; the tangled length of her hair as she tried… — Ryūnosuke Akutagawa Copy Share Image
“I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“THE LILIES This morning it was, on the pavement, When that smell hit me again And set the houses reeling. People passed… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
“cupboards and a hidden fridge. I set the roses on the table and took a step back, thinking how it was nice… — Sarah A. Denzil Copy Share Image
Roses are red; violets are blue; sugar may be sweet, but not as sweet as you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
