The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“On the trees were no longer only leaves but brown fruits, on the bushes no longer blossoms but clusters of red berries.… — Matthew Pearl Copy Share Image
“She walks in the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water-- She walks among the patterned pied brocade, Each flower… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“[G]enerosity... is the mistress and queen that gives lustre to every virtue, as it is not hard to prove. Where could one… — Chrétien de Troyes Copy Share Image
“Music. A flower in a vase on the tray. A January rose, it wouldn't last long, all big and full-blown like that.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild; But there, beside the altar, there, is rest. -from "Nuns of the Perpetual… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
...If you are too much afraid of thorns you will miss the roses too because they are there together...and what is life… — OSHO Copy Share Image
“Poem of the Song About Hope" I. Give me lilies, lilies, And roses too. But if you have no lilies Or roses… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
In my heart I bloom petals vibrant and luscious, soft and coutured. In my hands I hold a wholesome veluptuos love of… — Jasmina Siderovski Copy Share Image
“Janie ran to my side, where she tugged at the book eagerly as though she'd seen it before. "Flower book," she said,… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
Roses are red,violets are blue.I have five fingers, the third one is for you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once,… — George Elliott Clarke Copy Share Image
Roses are red violets are blue out of a million guys I chose u take my hand hold me close show me… — Jenny Copy Share Image
“The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition.… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
Roses are red vilets are blue u say u love me but is it true I cant really tell because I'm never… — Melissa Neverson Copy Share Image
I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“I swear since seeing your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf… — Jallaludin Rumi Copy Share Image
“True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.” — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I still dream in pictures and color, always the world of my childhood. I see the purple Judas trees at Easter lighting… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
