Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“I love flowers for being flowers, directly. And I love trees for being trees without my thought.” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It doesnt matter about your name for a rose by any other name would smell jsut as sweet. — Carl Hess Copy Share Image
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Flowers, after love, must have been the best advert planet Earth had going for it. — Matt Haig Copy Share Image
“Riding horseback along a country lane I saw wild roses in bloom, against an old stone wall. The expensive, improved varieties in… — James Webb Young Copy Share Image
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
Remember, Monsieur that roses are not gathered except in the midst of thorns and that heroic acts of virtue are accomplished only… — Vincent de Paul Copy Share Image
Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom. — Abdu'l-Bahá Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
“complicated pruning techniques. In reality, roses are no more difficult to grow than any other shrub or flower. But just as other… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“There is something horrible about a flower; This, broken in my hand, is one of those He threw it in just now;… — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“valentine my friends stitched it up with golden thread like a red satin pillow they gave me other whole ones too roses… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“I drove out of Dartmouth and after a while Start Bay emerged out of the brightening gloom like the end of a… — Scarlett Thomas Copy Share Image
“From the pantry, Caraline emerged with an armful of jars-- dried yarrow, bay, thyme, cedar tips, and bloodroot. At the table next… — Ivy Cassidy Copy Share Image
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I said I loved you. But what did you do? You broke my heart. Ripped it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm… — William Steig Copy Share Image
“At night, returning from work, Anil would slip out of her sandals and stand in the shallow water, her toes among the… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“How’d you know it was a tulip if you’d never seen one?” “I’d seen pictures. Well, when I looked at it, the… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. I have five fingers and the middle one is for you! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Vilotes are blue, I wear skinny jeans, Is that a problem for you? — Asking Alexander Copy Share Image
“One lung, smaller, congested with rose smoke. The other, filled with a swarm of massive sentimentia.” — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The surest way to wake up and smell the roses every day is to go to sleep face down in the flower… — Argus Hamilton Copy Share Image
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
I give you 12 roses. 11 are real and 1 is fake. I love you until the last one wilt — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“On the walk, like shredded lovely flesh, were the petals of the last gallant rose.” — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
The entertainment business is to business what plastic flowers are to flowers. — Dov Davidoff Copy Share Image
