She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together. — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are red, Shrubs are red, Trees are red, OMG! My yard is on fire! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“People grow couches and bikes and concrete in their front gardens instead of roses.” — Leanne Hall Copy Share Image
A lot of the flowers I like are weeds. Oh, and dandelions, but they're a weed, too. — Daniel Rigby Copy Share Image
“Until you become yourself," Bloom avers, "what benefit can you be to others.” — Harold Bloom Copy Share Image
“Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that's sitting on a pile of steaming feces.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I don't want flowers or candy or anything like that. I just want somebody to say, 'Wow, you've done a great job.' — Abby Lee Miller 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
Don't dive in, but don't hold back. Don't worry, just relax...enjoy the roses & breathe them in, enjoy each moment that you… — Tiffany Alvord Copy Share Image
When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself "Yes… — Henri Rousseau Copy Share Image
“This heavish sweety fragrance,’ Thag muttered to himself, ‘that rises, or that roses, isn’t fit for human noses, and it tricks the… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
If we cut open the bud of a beautiful rose in order to see how it is 'packed' and what it is… — Ian Gardner Copy Share Image
Divorce : who will as rose fragrance of good like harsh and painful words Even does not name of Stoppage of relations break — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
“But it wasn't their separation that was consuming my mind just then; it was Evelyn's garden. Bee had taken us there when… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
The nobility of Teresa Leo's poems is that they are not disposed to hide from the dark-rather, they display a mind that… — Tony Hoagland Copy Share Image
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
My Day Is Shining .. Because Of yOu .. My Energy Is Working .. Because Of yOu .. My Life Is Completely… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower in the old garden, gracing the silvery-blue tips of the crocuses and what remained of… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
“Bowing my head, I dipped my nose into the bouquet I'd assembled. There was flax, and forget-me-not, and hazel. There were white… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“I went round the side of the house, and stared at the garden in horror. The ivy had almost taken over. There… — Jacqueline Wilson Copy Share Image
