“She grew up in the ordinary paradise of the English countryside. When she was five she walked to school, two miles, across… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
The South has a way of worshipping appearances - the suburbs are all about presentation and amazing flowers and a beautiful yard… — Paul Downs Colaizzo Copy Share Image
When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom. — Ramakrishna Copy Share Image
“Learn to radiate joy, not stingily, not meanly, but generously. Fling out your gladness without reserve. Shed it in the home, on… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
“She leaned back against the step, smoothing her hands over her stomach. Though she wasn't showing yet, just in the last week… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It… — Julie Andrews Copy Share Image
Focus on the roses: 'A person who gathers honey will not escape being stung by bees. A person who gathers roses will… — Zelig Pliskin Copy Share Image
Glory to Women! They weave and entwine heavenly roses into an earthly life. — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
When I met you... My heart skipped a beat~ The sun became the moon... & cold turned to heat~ Roses weren't red...… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter - perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no… — James Whistler Copy Share Image
“In Summer there were white and damask roses, and the smell of thyme and musk. In Spring there were green gooseberries and… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“Suddenly a sweet smell Lightened my heart With a pleasant air: But I was not in a flower garden In full bloom,… — Mahmud Kianush Copy Share Image
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Pink clouds of plum blossoms and their magnificent aroma languished in their wake, leaving a snow-drift of petals stuck to the windshield.… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
