My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme, — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“Roses and violets from summer gardens, sun-drenched Sicilian lemons squeezed of their juice and mingled with juniper from the frozen north. Saffron… — Laura Madeleine Copy Share Image
When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world? — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough. — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain. — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are the garden, kind thoughts are the roots, kind words are the blossoms, kind deeds are the fruit. — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
“Little blossom trapped in between, wearing malice like a queen; hide the truth, be cruel and tart, still all the more, you… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
The splendor of a human heart that trusts it is loved unconditionally gives God more pleasure than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel,… — Brennan Manning Copy Share Image
We cut and kill flowers because we think they're beautiful, we cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not. — Jayy Von Monroe Copy Share Image
Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest. — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
The things that let you down are the things that let you see how far you have rose. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the garden of existence, there exists two beautiful roses: Music and love. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.” — Marc Chagall Copy Share Image
Evolutionary biologists are not content merely to explain how variation occurs within limits, however. They aspire to answer a much broader question-which… — Phillip E. Johnson Copy Share Image
Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. you're with her now, and I'm happy for you. violets are blue, roses are red. just… — Author Name Copy Share Image
The artist is he who can take something ordinary and wring out of it attar of roses. — Walter Sickert Copy Share Image
“I don’t know how to ask this,” Everett began. “You and Mr. Bradley…you’re not…” He gestured helplessly with his left hand. “I… — Kelsey Bryant Copy Share Image
“It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow… — George Darley Copy Share Image
“that I thought of you—of the air that slipped between the strands of your hair, and blue stones in my hand, before… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower. — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
