“I've fallen into your life, like a red ROSE from another world.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
To touch the heart of a flower you must be like the sun rays that shine upon her petals. — Shenazsuleman Copy Share Image
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“When you sleep, you turn into all kinds of things: you become stone, you become flowers.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst of bloom ensues. — John Dewey Copy Share Image
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity,… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
“Be a girl nobody dare to touch. Just like the roses. Its a beauty everybody treasure but no one dares too get… — Evelyn Rose Copy Share Image
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
For me, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, or for flowers or beast or bird, the supreme triumph is… — Al Purdy Copy Share Image
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love is like a flower. Some bloom fast and wither slowly, some bloom slowly and wither fast, some bloom fast and wither… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Orange pekoe flavor, with that gold confection dust on the top." She holds one up to demonstrate. "Mascarpone filling." She bites it… — Hannah Tunnicliffe Copy Share Image
“Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end.… — Mary Hogan Copy Share Image
“Drab and colorless as her existence would seem to have been, Mrs. Harris had always felt a craving for beauty and color… — Paul Gallico Copy Share Image
“It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The pageant of the river bank had marched steadily along, unfolding itself in scene-pictures that succeeded itself in stately procession. Purple loosestrife… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“The Angevin country begins between Normandy and Brittainy and continues down through Maine and Anjou. In the Middle Ages, this fair and… — Thomas B. Costain Copy Share Image
You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought you were a true friend, but f*ck you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet. — Delano Johnson Copy Share Image
“True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.” — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky! — Alison Croggon Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. God gave me five fingers, the middle one is for you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Be like a rose; no matter how many thorns you encounter in life, bloom.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“If flowers were boogers, I'd pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“For every thorn is just as essential to the longevity of the plant as the blossoms.” — S.R. Ford Copy Share Image
“...outrageous flowers swagging off balconies like bright skirts of ballgowns...” — Frances Mayes Copy Share Image
