So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit. — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
“Flowers enshrine my heart between their petals; that's why my heartbeats love them so much” — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
I love fresh flowers for my home. I spend far too much money on them, buying them almost every day. — Billie Piper Copy Share Image
I came into this existence as fresh as a flower and I abused myself; ripped myself out of the ground by my… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in… — Katharine Sergeant Angell White Copy Share Image
Think beyond the vase! If you have a vase of flowers on a dining table for a quick dinner party, think about… — Clinton Smith Copy Share Image
“What's in a name?" asked Miss Forcible. "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Medicine, likewise, because it deals with things, has always been for our serener circles a Cinderella, blooming maid as happily as she… — Clifford Allbutt Copy Share Image
In whatever name or form they are offered, all these flowers are laid at God's feet, for He is the one Lord… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
“Roses …the perfect examples of nature, that even the most beautiful things in life were able to inflict pain.” — Vanessa Winter Copy Share Image
“The dawn of a color, blooms with a rose. Telling tales, meanings of vibrant with the red of fire. Loyalty extending like… — Alan Ascua Copy Share Image
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of… — Daniel O'Connell Copy Share Image
“She plucked the blossoms from the bag and arranged them, one by one, in the water glass on her dressing table. "They'll… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle,… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
“my brain is many colors, vague, like massed flowers: total spectrum of petals beginning with black. I wear my costume inside like… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
![“She plucked the blossoms from the bag and arranged them, one by one, in the water glass on her dressing table. "They'll never keep," I said. "They're [hibiscus] a terrible cutting flower. They'll wilt by morning." "I know," she said." But don't they look so pretty right now, just as they are?" I…” quote by Sarah Jio](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/966/sarah-jio-8851_flowers_she-plucked-the-blossoms-from-the-bag-an_739724.jpg)
