When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
“Outside the house, against a sheltered wall to the south, a single stalk of green thrust upwards, with slender rapierlike leaves and… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“Purple salvia: A flowering herb in the mint family with upright spikes of violet blooms whose earthy, herbal scent enhances concentration” — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“Intellectually, true beauty is very difficult to distinguish a priori from the bloom of youth.” — André Breton Copy Share Image
I can't think of any flower that wouldn't be suitable to merge with an image of a newborn, and as I was… — Anne Geddes Copy Share Image
“Lukewarm, still air had that smell of woman; like blossom flower, closing before sleeping.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with… — Thelma Golden Copy Share Image
One function of the intellect is to catalog. But cataloging doesn't change anything. If we call it a rose, or by any… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Love is a rose, but you better not pick it, it only grows while it's on the vine. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It's the not-yet in the now, the taste of the fruit that does not-yet exist, hanging the blossom on the bough.” — Laurens van der Post Copy Share Image
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell? — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms,… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, you thought I would cry over you. I told you I loved you, and you thought… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“we fill the nothing with suns, line them up, swallow sap, swallow field, drop by drop, each stem a pump. Rose to… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
“That's oak leaf, for bravery. I've got Veronica and Honeysuckle, for fidelity and affection. And that's Peony, for shame. She lives under… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“She would never bring roses; roses at a funeral are so banal, while sunglasses that make old hags look like blowflies, strangely… — Malin Persson Giolito Copy Share Image
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! — Anonymous 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
“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“ With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
“In the midst of the heavy, hot fragrance of summer, and of the clean salty smell of the sea, there was the… — Betty Wason Copy Share Image
“You should see the way she smiles when I rattle off the names of the orchids in the greenhouse: oncidium, dendrobium, bulbophyllum,… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
If there anything more beautiful in this world than a lily in bloom or drops of rain falling on your face, it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you,… — Timothy Hallinan Copy Share Image
“There was a strong but not unpleasant smell- moist earth, decomposing leaf matter, new flowers beginning to catch the day's sun- and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
'If Roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Please place them in my Mothers arms and tell her… — Andrew Guzaldo Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and to be blooming over and over again”, like remontant roses, with… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“Opportunities, like roses, come with a beautiful fragrance, but also with thorns.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns?” — J. Aleksandr Wootton Copy Share Image
Aashique is just something u cant explain ,like the look of a rose ,the smell of rain or the feeling forever ! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
