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“Once he raised his arm to show his friends the back of his hand, where the veins were laid out in the… — Yuri Olesha Copy Share Image
Be happy, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others; we shall contemplate the sunflowers, watch them sprout, blossom, fade away. Yesterday… — Gyula Krúdy Copy Share Image
When one is total, life flowers - and that flowering is spirituality. Spirituality is not an attitude, it is not a discipline.… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“I can see some of the roses still blooming in my mother´s garden. Brown on the edges and bright in other colors,… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share Image
In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“{ Yogananda on the death of his dear friend, the eminent 20th century scientist, Luther Burbank } His heart was fathomlessly deep,… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I once took the key off my girlfriend's key ring so that I could surprise her when she got home. So I… — Trey Songz Copy Share Image
“Doubt swells and surges, with swelling doubt behind! My soul in storm is but a tattered sail, Streaming its ribbons on the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
June marked the end of spring on California's central coast and the beginning of five months of dormancy that often erupted in… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Becky fell unusually quiet as she smoothed Macy's overalls that had scrunched under her legs. A tender gesture probably nobody else had… — Jennifer Rogers Spinola Copy Share Image
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts Nor the woman in the ambulance Whore red heart blooms through her coat… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“The first round of dessert was a glass-like tortellini filled with rose hip fudge, flower petals, and wood sorrel. The inside was… — Emily Arden Wells Copy Share Image
“Literary Lipsticks by Elaine Equi The Best American Poetry Red Wheelbarrow I Have Eaten the Plums Poppies in October Pink Christmas Red… — Elaine Equi Copy Share Image
“A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I learnt how to make candles when I was a kid. My mom used to make them. Then, when I broke my… — Twinkle Khanna Copy Share Image
“The soft pastels and red-wine colors of this garden change in the piercing sun. The deep reds fade to violet and walnut-brown;… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“Let us make our way through these low valleys of the humble and little virtues. We shall see in them the roses… — St. Francis de Sales Copy Share Image
“I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers.… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
We exalted that Michael Phelps-consecrated water. Rose petals were strewn in Peyton Manning's path when he retired. But hey, that's natural. As… — Frank Deford Copy Share Image
“Buy flowers — or if you are poor, steal one from someone’s garden; the world owes you that much at least: a… — Caitlin Moran Copy Share Image
“Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning, exciting but can… — Suzi Davis Copy Share Image
When you were first on the scene, you made me feel like a rose in bloom. The relationship was budding, As sweet… — Sophie Lianne Copy Share Image
“MOTHER – By Ted Kooser Mid April already, and the wild plums bloom at the roadside, a lacy white against the exuberant,… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Ah, there should be a young man, ein schone Junge carrying Blumen, a bouquet of roses. There should be cold Rhine wine… — Laurence Stallings Copy Share Image
“There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming,… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“On the trees were no longer only leaves but brown fruits, on the bushes no longer blossoms but clusters of red berries.… — Matthew Pearl Copy Share Image
The landscape was clothed in a mild and quiet light, in which the woods and fences checkered and partitioned it with new… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“A vast field opened like a blossoming tulip, flowers blooming in the rippling airs of spring. High and frothy trees hugged air… — Paul Andreas Wunderlich Copy Share Image
“A fit queen for that nest of roses was the human flower that adorned it, for a year of love and luxury… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
