“the delicate fragrance of rose hips lingered on my fingers from tending the garden .” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But as spring blooms, the birds grow drunk with love and the bushes riot with their songs.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I'm always just focused on being great where I'm at and blooming where I'm planted. — Dabo Swinney Copy Share Image
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love! — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
Who am I to talk? I aint shittin roses. We in in the same picture but we all got different poses. — Lil Wayne Copy Share Image
I got to do the Rose Bowl Parade - which is the largest parade in America - with a float. That was… — Cassandra Peterson Copy Share Image
“I made flowers grow for them out of the garden, but they came out ... weird. Some of the roses had teeth.” — Tamsyn Muir Copy Share Image
“I didn't like roses. They reminded me of the women in my life: beautiful and bright, but if you touched them they… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
Bury me softly in this womb. I give this part of me for you. Sand rains down and here I sit. Holding… — Alice In Chains Copy Share Image
When you embrace the uncertain, life opens up unusual new paths. Seeds sown way back bloom as flowers, in ways one can… — Subroto Bagchi Copy Share Image
What is the most precious, the most exciting smell awaiting you in the house when you return to it after a dozen… — Andrei Sinyavsky Copy Share Image
The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
I've worked in construction, in a factory sewing clothes. I also sold flowers and doughnuts - just odd jobs to try to… — Manny Pacquiao Copy Share Image
“Feral beauty tangled up and over every surface. Enormous vines and flourishing blooms swathed the area creating a shadowy, organic cathedral. A… — Jacqueline Patricks Copy Share Image
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“And the purple parted before it, snapping back like skin after a slash, and what it let out wasn't blood but light:… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
You've traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the truth. So many days in the archives, copying, copying. The gravity of… — Hsu Yun Copy Share Image
Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
“Clearings opened on either side. Familiar smells drifted in the air: fennel, skirrets and alexanders, then wild garlic, radishes and broom. John… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer. — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall. — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose, — Miranda Kerr Copy Share Image
There are no flowers in the Moon; that's why the Moon is a boring place! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.” — John Bartlett Copy Share Image
“Roses are red, violets are blue, if I get you in bed, it would be really cool.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
To touch the heart of a flower you must be like the sun rays that shine upon her petals. — Shenazsuleman Copy Share Image
“When you sleep, you turn into all kinds of things: you become stone, you become flowers.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst of bloom ensues. — John Dewey Copy Share Image
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought you were a true friend, but f*ck you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
