“Mahogany shelves lined the counters, stacked with glass bottles and jars, like something from a fairy tale. There were whole, plump roses… — Laura Madeleine Copy Share Image
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. — Maud Hart Lovelace Copy Share Image
“This mind is an amazing thing. It can conjure love from the scent of orange blossoms, peace from a dry breeze, and… — Karen Maezen Miller Copy Share Image
“Snow The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink roses against it Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
The root and the flower have to trust each other. If the root does not trust, the plant won't blossom. — William Stafford Copy Share Image
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death. — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“A Poem for a Trick Roses are red, Violets are blue Dumb ass nigguh I was never in love with U I… — Pamela M Johnson Copy Share Image
A rose may be beautiful and you may want to smell that joyous sent, though take head for she has thorns — Danielle Rose Meave-Caterino Copy Share Image
What's in a name? That with we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. — Unkown Copy Share Image
“And then there was the expansive garden that ran the length of the rear of the house- lush with color and fragrances… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Facebook is blue, you look bangable, so ill add you. — Aalaynah Thompson Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, since I met you I can't stop thinking of you.. — Cutiesoo Copy Share Image
“Thy Soothe is Enough No loom tonight, Your petals are glamour enough No tears tonight, Your Warmth and Bliss is enough No… — Reynaldo Casison Copy Share Image
“The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines… — Donna Woolfolk Cross Copy Share Image
All flowers are flirtatious - particularly if they carry hyphenated names. The more hyphens in the name, the flirtier the flower. The… — Willard R. Espy Copy Share Image
“Lucy happily settled down to work. First she sent for papyrus and handmade a book leaf by leaf, binding the leaves together… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
“There’s a great line from the poet Anaïs Nin that reads: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in… — Jen Sincero Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow... — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
However far I gaze Neither cherry blossoms nor Crimson leaves are in sight. Only a fisherman's hut on the shore In the… — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
“Roses climbed the shed, entwined with dark purple clematis, leaves as glossy as satin. There were no thorns. Patience's cupboard was overflowing… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
I arrange flowers in my spare time. Well, when I have spare time, that is. — Mariah Carey Copy Share Image
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose - easily trimmed off when once plucked.… — Donald Grant Mitchell Copy Share Image
You cannot disturb the tiniest petal of a flower without the troubling of a distant star. — Arthur Eddington Copy Share Image
Red roses symbolizes love. Thorns will hurt you and red roses consists of thorns — Monika Ramzy Copy Share Image
“A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes. The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies; While wakes… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
“The words of the rose to the rose floated up in his mind: “No gardener has died, comma, within rosaceous memory.” He… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Roses are red this teddy bear is brown,i would really sleep better if you are around — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Let a thing be but a sort of punctual surprise, like the first cache of violets in March, let it be delicate,… — Hope Mirrlees Copy Share Image
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine,… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
