In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“We went to buy you two flowers, but neither of us thought j just one bouquet would do it.” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
I started to write [The Name of the Rose] in March of 1978, moved by a seminal idea. I wanted to poison… — Umberto Eco 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
“Life is like Bed of Roses... Start giving away the Roses to make others happy and you would know what is left… — John Gabriel 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
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
“the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls bloom.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Beautiful , Its like everything turning small, The world's shrinking beneath my feet , Its like the crimson roses turning pale ,… — Kevin Knight Copy Share Image
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
“If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and… — H.G. Wells Copy Share Image
“Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“The breath of wind that moved them was still chilly on this day in May; the flowers gently resisted, curling up with… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
God said,--"Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt His might, And fled away; Then startled seas and mountains cold Shone forth, all… — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
When did we all become so fragile that mere metaphors could turn us all into fainting flowers? When did we stop being… — Julia Hartley-Brewer Copy Share Image
“Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, nothing is more sweeter than kissing you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish. — Benny Hill Copy Share Image
“It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
“There is something so easy about flowers in a field—so natural and pure.” — Lisa Boero Copy Share Image
Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow. — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
“Life isn't made of miracles, roses and cotton fucking candy, Lea.” — Christine Zolendz Copy Share Image
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
“She blushes like a rose in bloom, though I ripped her up from the roots long ago.” — Stacey Jay Copy Share Image
Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“adaptability coupled with readiness to flower year after year right from the first, roses are clearly” — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image