“On the walk, like shredded lovely flesh, were the petals of the last gallant rose.” — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
A life without love is a rose without its petals, never realizing the beauty it could have — Meghan Copy Share Image
Rain scatters plum petals; Weeping stains the earth. One can only take shelter And wait for clearing. — Ming-Dao Deng Copy Share Image
Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die. — Henry Kirke White Copy Share Image
“You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be… — Elke River Copy Share Image
“I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
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
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
A rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the… — Clive Bell Copy Share Image
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
When you return, the youngest of the seers, Released from fetters of ancestral pose, There will be beauty waiting down the years… — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
“It had grown darker now; it was full night already, with the swiftness of the mountainous latitudes. The square of sky over… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“The torchlit garden was redolent with the colors and scents of autumn... gold and copper foliage, thick borders of roses and dahlias,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Im about to have to tell you the truth. I cant lead you on and treat… — Curly Girl Copy Share Image
“… each body on this Earth is a flower, and the mind it holds is a flower that will flourish and fade;… — Marc Hamer Copy Share Image
“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“If you don't attend, Gwendolen," said the mistress, "and stop looking out of the window, I shall have to give you an… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—’T… — Paul Negri Copy Share Image
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. — Khaled Hosseini 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
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. — Robert Browning 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
Roses are red, Vilotes are blue, I wear skinny jeans, Is that a problem for you? — Asking Alexander 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
