“...It often seemed to her that she thought too much about herself, you could have made her blush any day of the… — Henry James Copy Share Image
There is a wonderful place where flowers grow in colors beyond the words of poets... trees sing with the songs of butterflies.… — Laurel Burch Copy Share Image
I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes. Petals are bone… — Maxine Hong Kingston Copy Share Image
“that I thought of you—of the air that slipped between the strands of your hair, and blue stones in my hand, before… — John Daniel Thieme Copy Share Image
“There was a new smell in the air at Lyons, of sun-baked southern stuffs, of strong red vinegar, and spikes of rosemary.… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
“The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
“...but from this distance, the velvety reds, flashing yellows and glassy whites [of the roses] seemed to break up the light of… — Jane Smiley Copy Share Image
“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
“Agatha surveys the garden, its rows of crinkled spring cabbages and beanstalks entwining bowers of hawthorn and hazel. The rosemary is dotted… — Sarah Bower Copy Share Image
“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“I wonder if I am not turning into a contemplative . . . But those roses . They were something else. I… — Muriel Barbery 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
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Like every year, the peach flowers began to blossom, draping the orchard like a filmy pink dress. Thousands of tiny pink petals… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“At the door to the shop, a bell tinkled, and moments later they seemed to enter the very flowering of lavender. The… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
There's nothing essentially romantic about things like roses or jewelry. Romance starts as some blank concept, and then you just fill it… — Andrea Seigel Copy Share Image
“Eccolo!” he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
Can anything be more grotesque and barbarous than our 'florists' bouquets,' a series of concentric rings of flowers of divers colours, bordered… — Isabella Bird Copy Share Image
“A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, bringing with it the scent of fresh-turned earth and lavender blossoms. Amanda drew to the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go,… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
“Mahogany shelves lined the counters, stacked with glass bottles and jars, like something from a fairy tale. There were whole, plump roses… — Laura Madeleine Copy Share Image
With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar - Christmas with evergreen… — Pierre Huyghe Copy Share Image
“A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
An educator should think of a child as a gardener thinks of a plant, as something to be made to grow by… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
“He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He… — Charles Martin Copy Share Image
“Damask roses and white picket fences, a childhood ripe with an array of senses. Forest black against starry skies, Pink clouds dusting… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue.… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
“destroying beauty a rose red sunlight; I take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: the petals are as greasy as… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
In short, Beauty is everywhere. It is not that she is lacking to our eye, but our eyes which fail to perceive… — Auguste Rodin Copy Share Image
“The last of the cherry blossom. On the tree, it turns ever more perfect. And when it’s perfect, it falls. And then… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“the flowers of the morning glory. They bloom and smile every morning, fade and die in a few hours. How fleeting and… — Kaiten Nukariya Copy Share Image
“My eyes bloom as I meet a silk as smooth as water. It shines like a pool of opals. The connection is… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
There's nothing like stumbling upon some dimly-lit pub with nothing but pints and toasties on offer; or finding the most unkempt, underwhelming… — Angela Scanlon Copy Share Image
There are no idealists in the plant world and no compassion. The rose and the morning glory know no mercy. Bindweed, the… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“I threw everything we had together - the strong roots and stems and leaves and beautiful soft blossoms of sisterhood - into… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
It is a thought as sweet as heaven to know that in the minds of each of us the may by the… — Eve Langley Copy Share Image
![“...but from this distance, the velvety reds, flashing yellows and glassy whites [of the roses] seemed to break up the light of the summer sun into its various elements and cast it back far more brilliantly than any other flower ever could, seemed not exactly of the earth, but of space and air…” quote by Jane Smiley](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/c4c/jane-smiley-2120_flowers_but-from-this-distance-the-velvety-reds_3026402.jpg)
![“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women as sometimes at sunset the rosyfingered moon surpasses all the stars. And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields. And the…” quote by Sappho](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/cac/sappho-4562_beauty_sardis-often-turning-her-thoughts-here-y_45784.jpg)
