In order for it to hide its own beauty, a rose hides behind its sharp thorns. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves… — William Browne Copy Share Image
A boy gives a girl 12 roses. 11 fake, 1 real and he says to her I will stop loving you when… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I feel there will be a time. A time when there will be no agony. I will never cry. There will come… — Aleena Yasin Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are blue, The sun shines as bright as my love does for you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I took off petal after petal, as if you were a rose, in order to see your soul, and I didn't see… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
“Like a bloomed bouquet of gardenias, her smile gave purpose to my existence." Dion Kleon - Men of the Cave” — Marisette Burgess Copy Share Image
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“The roses once grew there, and well their lives conceal; the ivy cobbled up their voices, and made me not to feel.” — Amy N. Edwards Copy Share Image
“They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
Tart and sweet, tinged with the faint scent of almonds and flowers, the Blenheim is the ideal apricot for both eating and… — Samin Nosrat Copy Share Image
If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be… — Alan Bennett Copy Share Image
I adore gardening and plan to take it up properly when I have a bit more time on my hands. Until then,… — Shilpa Shetty Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are gold, now get on your knees and do what your told. ;) — Kaycee Copy Share Image
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Boy: Roses are red, violets are blue, you are beautiful and sexy too. Girl: Roses are red violets are blue how many… — Hailey Noelle Copy Share Image
To me you are my rose; every day when I see a beatiful rose I think of you, and miss you, and… — Superman Copy Share Image
“Sometimes people just can't take how real the world can be. Even if they're your friend they’ll drop away from you like… — Jason E. Hodges Copy Share Image
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words. — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He extended a hand and a sunflower materialized. Long and gorgeously yellow, it twirled in his fingers. “Peace offering.” “What happened to… — Sophie H. Morgan Copy Share Image
Roses are red , violets are blue . I tought voldemort was ugly then I saw you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In a bouquet of mixed roses, most people can distinguish at a glance the delicacy of a tea rose from the voluptuousness… — Mandy Aftel Copy Share Image
“Father loved the fact that a lilac only blossoms after a harsh winter.” — Martha Hall Kelly Copy Share Image
“Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential—" Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway?… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
A very common flower adds generosity to beauty. It gives joy to the poor, to the rude, and to the multitudes who… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This… — Geoffrey Hill Copy Share Image
“She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
We notice flowers blooming, winds blowing, birds chirping, but the one thing we never notice is the creator who created it all.......ER — Eddie Rothschild Copy Share Image
