If I had a rose 4 every time I thought of u, I'd b picking roses for a lifetime. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Within Young Leaves Wrapped within young leaves: the sound of water. —SOSEKI This delicate observation by this Japanese poet is filled with… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“The vase was placed upon my desk, and there were orange-blossoms in it—orange-blossoms, in an English winter!” — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
I want people to know that it's not always dandelions and roses when you're doing something like 'Aladdin.' — Mena Massoud Copy Share Image
“Yorkshire had none of the color I'd known in Cape Town- the vivid pinks and purples of the freesias and arum lilies… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“The grass is green The tulip is red A ginger cat walks over The pink almond petals on the flower bed. Enough… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower," he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up.” — Charmian Hussey Copy Share Image
I always like to have flowers on the table. I think they make it look special. — Ina Garten Copy Share Image
“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds… — John Keats Copy Share Image
My roses are my jewels; the sun, moon, and stars my clocks; fruit and water my fare. — Lady Hester Stanhope Copy Share Image
Greenfly, it's difficult to see Why God, who made the rose, made thee. — A. P. Herbert Copy Share Image
“After vindictive winter, apple blossoms seem all the more heaven-sent. Among flashing forsythia and budding rose, dogwood and daffodil, The allure of… — David B. Lentz Copy Share Image
With thorns in the inner world there will always be roses in the outer world, in law-able compensation. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“John scrambled up and down the terraces and banks, hunting out the secret breaks in the thickets or crawling through hollows woven… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
