Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The existence of thorns on roses do not reduce the beauty that they hold.” — Leonie A. Anderson Copy Share Image
I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are. — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers. — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted… — Brendan Fraser Copy Share Image
“Gods must be crazy Flowers must be daisy Clouds must be hazy Winds must be lazy What else it could be… My… — Heenashree Khandelwal Copy Share Image
Roses are red Violets are blue He is for me Not for you If by chance I get replaced Ill take my… — Im Nothing 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
Your beautiful like when it's spring time and each petal blooms with each flower there's always a beauty just like you _c_ — Courtney Hood Copy Share Image
“She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“The first consideration is sunlight. Roses need at least six hours each day for vigorous, healthy growth. If you have a choice… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
“In the common walks of life, with what delightful emotions does the youthful mind look forward to some anticipated scene of festivity!… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit… — Sidney Lanier Copy Share Image
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Tis not for golden eloquence I pray, A godlike tongue to move a stony heart-- Methinks it were full well to be… — Frederick Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Cindy Divine and her parents paused by their boat to take in the natural beauty. Lake Barkley could have been a top-paid… — Shafter Bailey Copy Share Image
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of… — James Hogg Copy Share Image
Focus on the heart center and feel love. There is a flower there, but it's like a rose folded up. As you… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
