“My house burned down But anyway, it was after The flower petals had already fallen” — Tachibana Higuchi Copy Share Image
Never pluck flowers if you love them, for a thorn loves them more than you do. — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
I can already smell all the roses I'm not going to receive on Valentine's Day. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A flower is there to bloom and make the earth beautiful and full of the joy of life.” — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
“She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells… — Anne Tyler Copy Share Image
With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
My heart is feeling your only presence so much more lovely nothing in this world, There can be roses filled with much… — Samuel Jebaraj Copy Share Image
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
Flowers die and wine gets consumed. Both are lovely. I appreciate both. Wine and roses. I actually had someone bring me a… — Padma Lakshmi Copy Share Image
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
A boy gives a girl 12 roses. 11 fake, 1 real and he says to her I will stop loving you when… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Honeysuckle: A hardy flowering vine or shrub with sprays of tubular blossoms whose strong, honeyed scent offers protection from those who intend… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
I was conscious of being wordy as a child. I was a terrible talker. I memorised the Latin names of flowers at… — Simon Schama Copy Share Image
“On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
If love was a rose, I would simply pick it 4u, If it was a gift, I give it 2 u, If… — Unkown Copy Share Image
“The small corner market had rows of fresh flowers in white plastic buckets. Standing, the early fall sun on her shoulders, she… — Linda Francis Lee Copy Share Image
“Well, think about it for a minute. A guy tells you that he loves you and then turns around and buys you… — Jennifer Snyder Copy Share Image
“When the first blooms came they were like the single big flower Oriental prostitutes wear on the sides of their heads…But when… — John Updike Copy Share Image
“She would also be creating her own bridal bouquet. She wanted to feel the fragility and softness of each petal. And to… — Liz Grace Davis Copy Share Image
Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I told my mom I wanted to buy roses for my teachers so I'm pretty sure my son'll be that way too. — Omarion Copy Share Image
“A woman is like a flower! Flowers are to be treated only with a gentle touch ~ A Child of A Crackhead” — Shameek Speight Copy Share Image
I only like the color red on roses, my lipstick, and the bottom of my shoes. — Chanel Dudley Copy Share Image
Roses are red violets are blue the light is bright but what happen to you — Destinee Copy Share Image
Lavender, lotus, blossoms too, why does the dirt and the flowers last for you? Baby, sweet baby? — Ruthie Foster Copy Share Image
“Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses” — Ovid Copy Share Image
Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship. — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
When you get older, you mature, and you start liking flowers. Although I try and keep it manly. — David Beckham Copy Share Image
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. — Lope de Vega Copy Share Image
I arrange flowers in my spare time. Well, when I have spare time, that is. — Mariah Carey Copy Share Image
“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
