“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
“Autumn had arrived— the last blossom whispered, let me stay awhile.” — Meeta Ahluwalia Copy Share Image
Roses are red vilolets are blue u have a samlldick looks and fills like my tookpick — Author Name Copy Share Image
There are so many awful things in this world, but I wanted readers to share with me the small, beautiful, enjoyable things.… — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
“All that happens is as habitual and familiar as roses in spring and fruit in the summer. True too of disease, death,… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
I had a bilateral lisp, and I was overweight. I was the kid who played with the flowers on the ground in… — Jeffrey Tambor Copy Share Image
“The elegant and beautiful Lotus flower must toil through the mud and mire of murky swamps and shadowy waters of darkness before… — Jason Versey Copy Share Image
“Families are the flowers of a garden. Each family member comes in different colors and shapes but are have the same DNA.” — Margie Goldsmith Copy Share Image
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens like one of those… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
If we cut open the bud of a beautiful rose in order to see how it is 'packed' and what it is… — Ian Gardner Copy Share Image
“Take time to smell the roses and eventually you’ll inhale a bee. Anon.” — Dave Goulson Copy Share Image
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
A single rose can be my garden, and u my friends, can be my world .. — Maria Micah Rosales Copy Share Image
“The plants in the garden - the aloes, the almond tree, the rose tree and the iris - were afraid of her.… — Hendrik Cramer Copy Share Image
After women, flowers are the most lovely thing God has given the world. — Christian Dior Copy Share Image
My favourite thorn belongs to the rose with a name like a mouthful of broken teeth, Rosa sericea pteracantha. It is grown… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Roses bloom and cease to be, but we shall the Christ-child see” — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“Spain is a million things, it’s lantanas and hibiscus, it’s roses that aren’t ashamed to split their skirts for love, rude flowers… — Lisa R. Spaar Copy Share Image
“I wonder if I am not turning into a contemplative . . . But those roses . They were something else. I… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
