I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing. — Ming-Dao Deng Copy Share Image
A life without love is a rose without its petals, never realizing the beauty it could have — Meghan Copy Share Image
“Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves… — John Corwin Copy Share Image
“During Xtha-cka Zhi-ga The-the, the Killer of Flowers Moon. I will wade across the river of the blackfish, the otter, the beaver.… — David Grann Copy Share Image
“You’re a beautiful woman.” “I want to be more than that,” she said, plucking petals off a wildflower. “I want someone who… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
I do whatever entertains me. If it entertains me to throw flowers halfway across the room, then that's what I'll do. — Kevin Owens Copy Share Image
Fractal geometry is everywhere, even in lines drawn in the sand. It's the cycle of life... You see fractals in plants, in… — Ron Eglash Copy Share Image
“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Message to my ex: Roses are Red Violets are Blue So glad I finally realized I'm better off without you!! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If God were to make a million lovely flowers in your image and plant them in a garden with you among them,… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“There was certainly plenty to watch and listen to. The tree which Digory had noticed was now a full-grown beech whose branches… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“And Unto thine eyes my heart Sendeth old dreams of the spring-time, Yea of wood-ways my rime Found thee and flowers in… — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
When you shop online, wouldn't you like to sample the bouquet of wines, the aroma of cigars, or the subtle fragrance of… — Charles Platt Copy Share Image
“Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely… — Linda Leigh hargrove Copy Share Image
“Literary Lipsticks by Elaine Equi The Best American Poetry Red Wheelbarrow I Have Eaten the Plums Poppies in October Pink Christmas Red… — Elaine Equi Copy Share Image
“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I learnt how to make candles when I was a kid. My mom used to make them. Then, when I broke my… — Twinkle Khanna Copy Share Image
Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die. — Henry Kirke White Copy Share Image
“One lung, smaller, congested with rose smoke. The other, filled with a swarm of massive sentimentia.” — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Vilotes are blue, I wear skinny jeans, Is that a problem for you? — Asking Alexander Copy Share Image
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
The surest way to wake up and smell the roses every day is to go to sleep face down in the flower… — Argus Hamilton Copy Share Image
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I give you 12 roses. 11 are real and 1 is fake. I love you until the last one wilt — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I love flowers for being flowers, directly. And I love trees for being trees without my thought.” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
