Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
The history and tradition of the Rose Bowl, if that doesn't get you excited, I don't know what will. — Marcus Mariota Copy Share Image
“Roses are red and violets are purple, sugar is sweet and so is maple surple.” — Roger Miller Copy Share Image
Roses are red. Vilotes are blue. when I call you beautiful believe me it's true. — Asking Alexander Copy Share Image
Give him 11 real flowers and 1 fake. say that I'll love you till the last flower dies. — Author Name Copy Share Image
“If the Peony flower is not number one in your heart…I’m sure it’s not too far down your list of favorite blooms!” — Chantal Larocque Copy Share Image
“And then he came, and pulled her petals off one by one, forcing her to surround herself with thorns to survive. But… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“I recall the months and years I spent as the intimate of someone whose affections have now faded like cherry blossoms scattering… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“On the porch were the still-smoking remains of long-stemmed roses, evidence that someone angry and passive-aggressive didn't know Peter was out of… — Theric Jepson Copy Share Image
“I breathe in... the fragrance of love, and moist sand the one his roses left on both my hands I just keep… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end —… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
“The hill between the manor and forest displayed layers of Lady Croft's prized gardens. Paved pathways wove through a formal Italian garden,… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“On the spur of the moment she decided to go and view the blossoms by herself in the dark night. It was… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of… — Emil Dorian Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
“He told her the story of the missionary's bride who wrote home describing her bungalow in an African forest clearing. "Outside my… — William C. Heine Copy Share Image
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on, could it be a faded rose from days gone by? — Tanya Tucker Copy Share Image
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“Our words were like the eucalyptus blossoms of spring tossed away on the wind.” — Malala Yousafzai Copy Share Image
“A rose does not need to boast of what the whole world already knows; its beauty.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“But it’s fitting in a way—Father loved the fact that a lilac only blossoms after a harsh winter.” — Martha Hall Kelly Copy Share Image
We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom. — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
