Roses are red violets are blue He's for me not for you If by chance u take my place I'll get my… — Sonia Xx Copy Share Image
“I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?" Seth smiles. "A garden." "A garden?" I… — Katie Klein Copy Share Image
“You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be… — Elke River Copy Share Image
I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“...Want to know why my roses grow dead on a living vine? Prayer against civil war. Let us hate with a single… — Robin Schiff Copy Share Image
“With the first jolt he was in daylight; they had left the gateways of King’s Cross, and were under blue sky. Tunnels… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“That sacred army, that Christ espoused with his blood, displayed itself in the form of a white rose, but the Angel other,… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
“Picture her then: Daphne Manners, a big girl (to borrow a none too definite image from Lady Chatterjee) leaning on the balcony… — Paul Scott Copy Share Image
Like the petals in our pockets, we remember who we are, unconditionally careful for those we share our broken hearts — Anonymous Copy Share Image
