The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“When the rose opens its heart, you will smell the fragrance of its soul.” — Jit Sharma Copy Share Image
“Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.” — Christa Faust Copy Share Image
Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue , You Know Good & Well I Will Never Date You — Vauno Collins Copy Share Image
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now? — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
“All flowers are not to be picked; some are meant to stay rooted so their beauty may continue to sing praises unto… — Grace Terrell Copy Share Image
“It is a flower that can be opened in many way...Unfold the petals of [your] stories one by one and [you] will… — Hyemeyohsts Storm Copy Share Image
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. ...When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer… — Thomas F. Healy Copy Share Image
I usually carry plum blossom incense because I work in different trailers and they have different odors. I like my little morning… — Jerrika Hinton Copy Share Image
AND NOW FOR MY POEM!!!!!!!!!! *ahem* roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you….. but the roses… — Amy Dang Copy Share Image
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
If Ur Heart Is A Nice Garden I Dont Want To Be A Rose In It I Want To Be Grass In… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It is not for you to say Hafiz That the rose is one of God's creations However heavenly it might smell You… — Hafiz Copy Share Image
I learned mainly through television, but I learned how to do mosaic, where you can buy stones or things of that nature.… — Barbara Mandrell Copy Share Image
“What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins… — Manil Suri Copy Share Image
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste… — Joseph Wood Krutch Copy Share Image
“All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“If with the water’s rosy hue comparison be made, Carmine tears and dewy flowers seem of the self-same shade. Yet lady’s tears… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image