“Five minutes later, the girls stood at the open kitchen door, blinking in the brilliant overcast light. The smell of lilacs, roses,… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“She leaned back against the step, smoothing her hands over her stomach. Though she wasn't showing yet, just in the last week… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Each spring for a period of weeks the imperial gardens were filled with prize tulips (Turkish, Dutch, Iranian), all of them shown… — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
Pleasure is to a woman what the sun is to the flower: if moderately enjoyed, it beautifies, it refreshes, and it improves;… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
“Autumn Shimmer" In the heart of autumn, in the season of falling leaves, when golden foliage swirls like forgotten dreams, sadness falls… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
“Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was "having a bad spell," Mr. Helm had seen… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens like one of those… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“I drape my arm around his shoulder. We sit together like that for a moment, until something bright floating in the lake… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You’re beautiful.” Blake said hello as he’d said goodbye. “You said that already,” Livia mouthed over the banging music. Blake just shrugged.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“A merchant, who had three daughters, was once setting out upon a journey; but before he went he asked each daughter what… — Jacob Grimm Copy Share Image
“I love humanity, which has been a constant delight to me during all my seventy-seven years of life; and I love flowers,… — Luther Burbank Copy Share Image
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Blossom In April the ponds open like black blossoms, the moon swims in every one; there’s fire everywhere: frogs shouting their desire,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
“...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood… — Michelle Latiolais Copy Share Image
“Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“She had been struck by the figure of a woman's back in a mirror. She stopped and looked. The dress the figure… — Charles Frazier Copy Share Image
“She forced herself to stroll casually and appraise her plants. The wisteria was shedding its final leaves, the jasmine had long lost… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“You’re a beautiful mess to me,” he said. “Like wildflowers, growing up in the middle of a tire, along the side of… — Mimi Strong Copy Share Image
Change is a continuous process. You cannot assess it with the static yardstick of a limited time frame. When a seed is… — Mamata Banerjee Copy Share Image
For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden are cloaked in summer blooms. My heart, scorching and desolate sighs and sings sad songs… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
In a bouquet of mixed roses, most people can distinguish at a glance the delicacy of a tea rose from the voluptuousness… — Mandy Aftel Copy Share Image
“He circles the shrines, scanning each of them. There's one made in exclusively soft shades of pink, with a bouquet of blush… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
“Somewhere, in some shadowy bedroom of a leaf-strewn town, a father bolts the door to a child's room, then steps closer to… — Scott Heim Copy Share Image
Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Love was just another word, till the time you came in my life. your caring touch, your loving smile, filled the void… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In Summer there were white and damask roses, and the smell of thyme and musk. In Spring there were green gooseberries and… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower — the image… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“Cities and governments are but the flowering head of a plant whose stalk is the commonalty, and it is the commonalty whose… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“And somehow Hallie thrived anyway--the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“...It's who you are. You're like a hummingbird, defying reality, a beautiful mystery, spreading your sweetness to all the needy flowers. Well,… — Karin Kallmaker Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All the men send you orchids because they're expensive and they know that you know they are. But I always kind of… — Winifred Watson Copy Share Image
“The arbutus is now open everywhere in the woods and groves. How pleasant it is to meet the same flowers year after… — Susan Fenimore Cooper Copy Share Image
![“In Summer there were white and damask roses, and the smell of thyme and musk. In Spring there were green gooseberries and throstles [thrush], and the flowers they call ceninen [daffodils]. And leeks and cabbages also grew in that garden; and between long straight alleys, and apple-trained…” quote by Beatrix Potter](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/520/beatrix-potter-11097_flowers_in-summer-there-were-white-and-damask-ro_3143068.jpg)
