Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around! — Rumi Copy Share Image
Nature does have manure and she does have roots as well as blossoms, and you can't hate the manure and blame the… — R. Buckminster Fuller Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now? — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
Who am I to talk? I aint shittin roses. We in in the same picture but we all got different poses. — Lil Wayne Copy Share Image
“Three Haiku, Two Tanka (Kyoto) CONFIDENCE (after Bashō) Clouds murmur darkly, it is a blinding habit— gazing at the moon. TIME OF… — Philip Appleman 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
It is universally allowed that, though nothing can be more interesting in itself than the conversation of two lovers, yet nothing can… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
“The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.” — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers." ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta” — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
“She never foresaw their marriage, its days and nights, other than as embowered by dazzling acres, blossoms a snowy blaze and with… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things. — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
That awkward moment when you get the daisy and start to rip off its petals saying Loves, doesn't, loves, doesn't........ — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Blossom In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Although after all the I love you nots I got from plucking daisy petals...I can't stop loving you no matter how hard… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When Cherokee and Raphael got back to the canyon house, they set up the tepee on the grass and crept inside it.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit. — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
Some actors are like flowers basking in the sun - they love the attention, and the fans get what they want. With… — Natascha McElhone Copy Share Image
Dear Haters, roses are red violet's blue, i'v got five fingures and the middle ones for you.. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Miss Green can call a turd a rose if she wants, but that don't mean people's going to be lining up to… — K. Martin Beckner Copy Share Image
“Plate seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had.… — Mya Robarts Copy Share Image
Do not go to the garden of flowers! O friend! go not there; In your body is the garden of flowers. Take… — Kabir Copy Share Image
“To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet but nothing compared to you. — 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
“The significance of the rose? I thought. Who gives a shit? What's the significance of the white tulips? That was a question… — John Green 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
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by… — H.P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
