Those who don't pick roses in summer won't pick them in winter either — German Proverb Copy Share Image
You want to do something good for the flowers? Then, keep the flowers in the soil, in nowhere else! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
YOU MADE FLOWERS GROW IN MY LUNGS AND ALTHOUGH THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL…I CANT BREATHE — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“They'll twist your nose until it smells death in a bed of roses.” — Ottessa Moshfegh Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Facebook is blue, no mutual friends, who the hell are you? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Give him 11 flowers and 1 fake. say that I'll love you till the last one dies. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
See the last orange roses, how they blow / Deeper and heavier than in their prime, / In one defiant flame before they go. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
“When the feminine feels safe and at peace, everything around her blossoms. This includes the lives of the people she respects and… — Robin S. Baker Copy Share Image
When a man has been consistently battering his wife, he shouldn't expect a bouquet of roses from her the morning after he… — Joe Slovo Copy Share Image
“Dirt is chaos, gritty, full of bugs and decay, but from that dirt comes such immense beauty. Roses, tulips, tomatoes, peonies, raspberries,… — R.S. Grey Copy Share Image
When The Stone Roses first came out, the early reviews called me 'simian.' I had to look that up at the time. — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
Lady Bird Johnson did more than plant flowers in public places. She served the country superbly by planting environmental values in the… — Stewart Udall 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
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“- I picked these last night. I want you to have them. - Th-thanks. What kind of flowers are these? They're pretty.… — Shouji Gatou Copy Share Image
Friends are like flowers. They may be there and they may not be. But when you pick one, make sure you like… — Savannah J Copy Share Image
“My beloved speaks and says to me: Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past,… — Jennifer Robson Copy Share Image
I don't care what town you're born in, what city, what country. If you're a child, you are curious about your environment.… — Neil deGrasse Tyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Flowers speak to us if we listen. Appreciating the blossom in hand or pausing in the garden to admire the beauty quiets… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions. — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works. — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
I've loved the color red since I was a kid and my real name is Rubi Rose. — Rubi Rose 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
Send me dead flowers to my wedding and I won't forget to put roses on your grave. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share Image
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime. — Swedish Proverb Copy Share Image
“Gardeners produce flowers that are delicious dreams, and others too that are like nightmares.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
