The rose is all I have, I'm sorry for letting you go, this rose is all I have, rose of death I… — Madi Copy Share Image
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. — John Keats Copy Share Image
I had an awful first quarter but I picked it up. To all you single guys out there, it's not how you… — Shaquille O'Neal Copy Share Image
“I heard a rapid alternation of notes, a vibrating staccato of an ancient instrument, nearly as old as nature herself, a cricket… — Jeffrey A. White Copy Share Image
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Poetic justice, poetic justice.. if I told you that a flower bloom in a dark room would you trust it. I mean… — Kendrick Lamar Copy Share Image
“The men where you live,” said the little prince, “raise five thousand roses in the same garden– and they do not find… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
A good poem is an amazing thing: a perfectly distilled, articulate moment. It opens you up - sometimes slowly, like the blooming… — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
The delicate droop of the petals standing out in relief, is like the eyelid of a child. — Auguste Rodin Copy Share Image
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Every rose has its thorn but the great beauty of the rose make you forget about the short moment of pain. — Sarah Swann Copy Share Image
She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware… — Cyrano de Bergerac Copy Share Image
“Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The shows of the day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, andthe like,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“Sal and Henry return with a gust of warm garden air and I settle down to create miniature roses from sugarpaste using… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
“Standing in front of the white picket fence, I stared at the multitude of champagne roses weaving their hunter green vines gracefully… — Leah Lozano Copy Share Image
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
