A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood. — Ben H. Winters Copy Share Image
“A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blossoming in a rainforest.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
The best thing about becoming successful is that you get flowers all the time. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose. — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
“Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of… — Henrietta Dumont Copy Share Image
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“It’s all blood and roses from here on in. As witches, we should prepare to fly on the wings of the storm.” — Peter Grey Copy Share Image
“A man should be more original than a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Flowers die and sugar sticks to… — Dannika Dark Copy Share Image
“Pengetahuan tidak hanya terdiri atas mengenai apa yang harus dan dapat kita lakukan, tetapi juga tahu apa yang mungkin tidak usah dilakukan… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
[...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers] Dark of the Moon, p.7 — John Sandford Copy Share Image
The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the… — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
“The Origin of Violets I know, blue modest violets, Gleaming with dew at morn- I know the place you come from And… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all… — Lydia M. Child 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
He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. I didn't know what kind of… — Carrie Jones Copy Share Image
“What're you reading?" "Gertrude Stein." I shook my head. I'd never heard of her. "The poet?" he asked. "You know, 'A rose… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Roses are red Violets are blue, I was born beautiful What happened to you? — Myothersweetangel199 Copy Share Image
I like roses, ones with sharp thorns. Pretty to look at but hurts to touch, that's like me. — Kangin Copy Share Image
You my love are my rose, you are my warmth when I am cold, everytime I see you, you get more beautiful. — Leonor Copy Share Image
“Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns?” — J. Aleksandr Wootton Copy Share Image
He has painted many roses for me. My walls are covered with Howard originals. — Beth Ostrosky Stern Copy Share Image
Don't give your loved one a flower, because it too has a loved one! Let the flowers live! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“We sow the seed of deadly nightshade and wish it to bear lilies and roses!” — Gottfried Von Strassburg Copy Share Image
“Knowledge is a Bed of Roses; for Every Beautiful Flower, there are a Dozen Thorns to Match” — Joshua Caleb Copy Share Image
Love the fading flowers as much as you love the undifferentiated which lasts forever. — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up. — Ken Hill Copy Share Image
Mothers are flowers that germinate and bear fruits that mature in any season of life. — Jean-Paul Malfatti Copy Share Image
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image