“It’s going to be gone soon, isn’t it?” he said, more than a tinge of regret in his voice as he studied… — Aprilynne Pike Copy Share Image
“To ‘stop and smell the roses’ we must first believe that there’s a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
It doesnt matter about your name for a rose by any other name would smell jsut as sweet. — Carl Hess Copy Share Image
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
With the Roses, I knew we were great; I felt that we would achieve something. On my own, I had no idea. — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
“I started to murmur my own spell, but I found myself thinking not of roses but of water, and thirsty ground; building… — Naomi Novik Copy Share Image
A boy gave a girl 13 roses; 12 were real, 1 was fake, then the boy said to the girl, 'I will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“My eyes bloom as I meet a silk as smooth as water. It shines like a pool of opals. The connection is… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
“Buy flowers — or if you are poor, steal one from someone’s garden; the world owes you that much at least: a… — Caitlin Moran Copy Share Image
My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Know that...there's plenty of food and of course popcorn on the dining-room table. Just...help yourself. If that runs out just let me… — Joshua Braff Copy Share Image
“The garden shimmered with candlelight from dozens of sweetly scented beeswax tapers set around to illuminate the space. In the center stood… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“A rose would be miserable if it was forced to be a daisy, no matter how much water it was fed.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“Dortchen ducked through a gap in the trees, following a winding path to a small grove of old linden trees, their branches… — Kate Forsyth Copy Share Image
“Teaching you how to grow a garden is better than giving you a thousand roses.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“A Flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all” — Walt Disney Company Copy Share Image
She was the black rose. She was the lightning storm. She was one who couldn't grow. She was the one with thorns.… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Does it improve the atmosphere of the garden, the more flowers there are in a garden? “Yes of course, we all have… — Sarah Rajkotwala Copy Share Image
“Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts… — M.F. Moonzajer 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
“I hear he liked flowers pretty well." "Yes," said Annie, "he said they were the friends who always came back and never… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“For the rest of the afternoon, Miss Bloom smiled almost as bright as the big yellow sun shining through the front picture… — Augusta Scattergood Copy Share Image
“The lawn gently sloped to a winding stream, so clear as perfectly to reflect the beautiful scenery of heaven, now glowing with… — Regina Maria Roche Copy Share Image
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It was nearing 9 O'clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“When this, our rose, is faded, And these, our days, are done, In lands profoundly shaded From tempest and from sun: Ah,… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“But it wasn't their separation that was consuming my mind just then; it was Evelyn's garden. Bee had taken us there when… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“Behind each and every fence picket, hope slumbered undercover like a narcissist butterfly seeking its glorious reflection in a daffodil bloom.” — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“Her hands pressed warm against the glass as her gaze swept the scene below: cream and pink roses, petals shining as if… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
