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A slight sabre-cut will separate my head from my body, like the spring flower which the Master of the garden gathers for… — Theophane Venard Copy Share Image
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“The Gauze of Flowers, A Love Poem” Remember when we couldn’t name it because it was a meadow wild with tulips, both… — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
“Searching the cherry wood breakfront, I find the tall crystal vase she likes. As I arrange the lilac blooms, a silent question… — Andrea Jarrell Copy Share Image
If there anything more beautiful in this world than a lily in bloom or drops of rain falling on your face, it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
“Oh, Matthew," she whispered, moved to tears. "I called it Grace . I hope you don't mind." For the first time, his… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“A species in which everyone was General Patton would not succeed, any more than would a race in which everyone was Vincent… — Susan Cain Copy Share Image
Then all at once in late August's heat, tall leafless stalks crowned with iridescent pink and purple blossoms burst from the purgatory… — Duane Michals Copy Share Image
We were playing a fair, and a few people were handing me stuffed animals and flowers, but one person handed me a… — Blake Shelton Copy Share Image
To Nature the dweller in the Nile valley linked all that was dear to him: his happiest fetes, poetry, and love -… — Marie-Luise Gothein Copy Share Image
One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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In love, treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful flower. Keep watering it, tend to its roots, give… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
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“[G]enerosity... is the mistress and queen that gives lustre to every virtue, as it is not hard to prove. Where could one… — Chrétien de Troyes Copy Share Image
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The deadnettle is the Punxsutawney Phil of the plant world: short of stature but stout of heart. At the first hint of… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
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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
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People bring flowers and that's pretty memorable. I actually got a rose from one girl. She was so beautiful! I love all… — Tommy Wiseau Copy Share Image
As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“ With Rue My Heart Is Laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt… — A.E. Housman Copy Share Image
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My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
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