As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
“The scent of linden blossoms hung heavy on the air. Dortchen made a sharp, jerking movement, as if to walk away. But… — Kate Forsyth Copy Share Image
“When considering female human beings, we should ask ourselves what kind of organisms become overjoyed when presented with decapitated plants as gifts?… — Robert Black Copy Share Image
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, yup, not blue. . . . — Rick Sutter Copy Share Image
“A rose is not its thorns, a peach is not its fuzz and a human being is not his or her crankiness.” — Lisa Kogan Copy Share Image
I don't think anyone looks into their family tree and expects it to come up smelling of roses. — Martin Freeman Copy Share Image
“Flowers of sin, like some black sun, Bloom in my dreams Their perfume-sodden fragrance Spreading through each heartbeat.” — Shiv Kumar Batalvi Copy Share Image
“Love is like a flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of seasons!” — Cathyp Copy Share Image
“A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly… — Joyce carol Oates Copy Share Image
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Im using my hand but I'm thinking of you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
If I had roses for every time I thought of you, Id be picking roses for a lifetime. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A White Rose The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O the red rose is a… — John Boyle O'Reilly Copy Share Image
“The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I tried to write you a poem today, but I had writer's block.... so this all I came up with : roses… — Valeri Hernandez Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Any 1 can love a rose. but no 1 will love a leaf that. made the rose. dont love some one who… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of… — Tony Kushner Copy Share Image