Walking on willow tree roads by a river dappled with peach blossoms, I look for spring light, but am everywhere lost. Birds… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
“It had grown darker now; it was full night already, with the swiftness of the mountainous latitudes. The square of sky over… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
I definitely take time to smell the flowers because I feel like my upbringing was quite a bit different than most guys… — Tony Finau Copy Share Image
“A garden did not need people in order to be alive and natural. The flowers might have died, and the last leaves… — Madeline Hunter Copy Share Image
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Flowers reconnect us to our own beautiful and unique essence as human beings. They wake up our positive qualities so that we… — Katie Hess Copy Share Image
On a moonlit night, after a snowfall, or under cherry blossoms, it adds to our pleasure if, while chatting at our ease,… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
I equate peonies with love because they're the first blooms of summer. — Isaac Mizrahi Copy Share Image
A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
My character from 'Boys Over Flowers' enjoyed being in love; he was romantic and smooth. — Kim Bum Copy Share Image
“O’er the ache of mauve shores erotic winds billow long & deep … Her scent drips from the sky onto bare skin,… — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering: the nothing--, the no one's rose. — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
“Lavender: A flowering herb in the mint family with needlelike leaves and wooly purple blossoms whose soft, woodsy scent bridges the earthly… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“At the center of the bouquet is a monstrous peony, probably purchased on sale at the supermarket. By Tuesday its curling petals… — Richard Russo Copy Share Image
“She was probably a trusting, naïve girl before him, like a daisy. And then he came, and pulled her petals off one… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Few people would argue that Stony Cross Park was one of the most beautiful places in England. The Hampshire estate sustained an… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Dear hacker. Roses are red. Violets are Blue. thats the color of your face, when I'm done with you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are grown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around… — Lupe Fiasco Copy Share Image
“Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
There is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there… — Anna Letitia Barbauld Copy Share Image
“Duchesse de Branbant, General Jacqueminot, Honorine de Branbant, Mme. Hardy and Salet. Hybrid-tea Roses for Hot, Dry Climates — Double” — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And… — Oriana Fallaci Copy Share Image
