Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'll love you the way, Piglet loves Pooh ¥ — ForeverAlone Copy Share Image
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. — James Shirley Copy Share Image
A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering: the nothing--, the no one's rose. — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m no poet, I just wanna kiss you! love u zakiya” — Zakiya and Majid Copy Share Image
The flowers are Nature's jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty. — George Croly Copy Share Image
“He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of… — Sarah Hall Copy Share Image
“Somewhere on the world was the Emperor's palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.” — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
“How she felt when he kissed her- like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.” — Samuel Sullivan Cox Copy Share Image
“several hours, there is a problem. Avoid planting roses near large trees with shallow roots, such as silver maples or poplars. Also… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
“Then my abuelita booms out words, loud and clear. She always says the words should be round as dimes and as wild… — Tony Johnston Copy Share Image
Don't judge from the outside. Like any beautiful rose has thorns... the more a person appears nice on the outside, the more… — Gosho Aoyama Copy Share Image
“If you want a forgotten corner to be remembered, a featureless place to be loved, a shadowy emptiness to shine, put some… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
That which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes… — Dawna Markova Copy Share Image
“You’re beautiful.” Blake said hello as he’d said goodbye. “You said that already,” Livia mouthed over the banging music. Blake just shrugged.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“A merchant, who had three daughters, was once setting out upon a journey; but before he went he asked each daughter what… — Jacob Grimm Copy Share Image
“I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers,… — Luther Burbank Copy Share Image
“Blossom In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Each spring for a period of weeks the imperial gardens were filled with prize tulips (Turkish, Dutch, Iranian), all of them shown… — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
Pleasure is to a woman what the sun is to the flower: if moderately enjoyed, it beautifies, it refreshes, and it improves;… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
“Autumn Shimmer" In the heart of autumn, in the season of falling leaves, when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams, sadness falls… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
The root and the flower have to trust each other. If the root does not trust, the plant won't blossom. — William Stafford Copy Share Image
I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain. — Jonathan Davis Copy Share Image
I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago. — Jim Sullivan Copy Share Image
Roses are red, voilents are blue I've got five fingers in each hands Middle ones foh yuh — Jazz Mhr Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Facebook is blue. Mutual friends are great, but who the f*ck are you? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Opportunities, like roses, come with a beautiful fragrance, but also with thorns.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
“You won't get eternal life by just feeling the presence of God in flowers or music.” — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.” — Himanshu Singla Copy Share Image
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image