“It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Lo, and I have discovered how soft bloom turns to green fruit, which turns to sweet fruit. Lo, and I have discovered… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange… — Tomoko Yamashita Copy Share Image
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world! — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are blue, god made me pretty what the hell happened to you? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Fine fruit is the flower of commodities. It is the most perfect union of the useful and the beautiful that the earth… — Andrew Jackson Downing Copy Share Image
I just did what I loved - flowers and rock n' roll. Pretty and punk. I was largely inspired by my dancing… — Betsey Johnson Copy Share Image
“As I was a stranger in Olondria, I knew nothing of the splendour of its coasts, nor of Bain, the Harbour City,… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“Flowers enshrine my heart between their petals; that's why my heartbeats love them so much” — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says, on the star tree, pale with luminous ocean leaves.” — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
“Spring. Blooms break forth from the startled earth. The sky laughs. The trees, abashed, dress themselves in verdant green. And the heavens… — Rick Yancey Copy Share Image
Everything is complex and everything is simple. The rose has no why attached to it, it blooms because it blooms, how no… — Andre Comte-Sponville Copy Share Image
A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
“Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.” — Christa Faust Copy Share Image
“Until you become yourself," Bloom avers, "what benefit can you be to others.” — Harold Bloom Copy Share Image
Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware. — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“My dear Mrs. Ali, I would hardly refer to you as old," he said. "You are in what I would call the… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
