I'll give you 12 roses, 11 real, and 1 fake. I'll stop loving you when the last rose dies. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When the rose dies it falls open, spreading perfume. You will become a window for every house. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
There are people who plant thorns in their garden expecting to gather roses. — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
Roses are red. Violets are blue. They both live in the ground...soon, you will too. — Nikhil Saluja Copy Share Image
“As her mother hugged her, Emma breathed in the scent of her perfume. Roses--- Liberty always smelled like a rose garden in… — Kate Lord Brown Copy Share Image
At first, she loved nought else but flowers, And then-she only loved the rose; And then-herself alone; and then- She knew not… — Ridgely Torrence Copy Share Image
“However wildly this year's cherry blossoms bloom, I'll see them with the plum's scent filling my heart.” — Ono no Komachi Copy Share Image
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
I love when people wear flowers in their own way, like when I see someone wearing a floral dress with brogues and… — Erdem Moral?oglu Copy Share Image
There'll be trains of blossoms. There'll be trains of music. There'll be trains of trust. Trains of goldenust. — Laura Nyro Copy Share Image
I hate getting flowers. I can't stand when I get a bouquet of flowers, because I have to stop what I do,… — David Burtka 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
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The thing about happiness is that it doesn't help you to grow; only unhappiness does that. So I'm grateful that my bed… — Lana Turner Copy Share Image
“We are often given pills or fluids to help remedy illness, yet little has been taught to us about the power of… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation… — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
“No matter how right or how beautiful your path is, never try to impose your path on others! Remember that flowers by… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“A visitor to campus can find sweet, aromatic Properity, as well as Climbing Ophelia and those delicious Egyptian Roses, which give off… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?" Seth smiles. "A garden." "A garden?" I… — Katie Klein Copy Share Image
“Collaboration has no hierarchy. The Sun collaborates with soil to bring flowers on the earth.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
Roses are red vilolets are blue u have a samlldick looks and fills like my tookpick — Author Name Copy Share Image
Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware. — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“Roses are red Violets are blue I don't go on this account So go away SHOO!” — bob C Cow Copy Share Image
The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose. — Kenneth Hare Copy Share Image
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose? — Rumi Copy Share Image
I love two things, A rose & u. A rose 4 a short while, But you d rest of my life . — A Josland Copy Share Image
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
