There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue. God made me beautiful, what the hell happened to you? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If I had roses for every time I thought of you, Id be picking roses for a lifetime. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades? — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.” — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“Today I will find something beautiful. Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree. The dove resting near the lemon buds. Sunbeams smiling… — Eileen Granfors Copy Share Image
“So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them.” — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do… — Marc Chagall Copy Share Image
He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The depths of the hearts of humankind cannot be known. But in my birthplace, the plum blossoms smell the same as in… — Clay MacCauley Copy Share Image
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little… — Desiderius Erasmus Copy Share Image
“French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“when god lets my body be From each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“Daddy, I'll be fine. Smalley says some people are late bloomers, that's all." Actually, what she'd said was, 'Tis a marvellous bud… — Cecily White Copy Share Image
“You cannot take this with you, goodman. The wedding band on your hand is queer enough. The flower is too much." "Give… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Tonight, I went to look for cypripediums at the florist, and with them I decorated my friend Jerome, whose flesh already complements… — Gabrielle Wittkop Copy Share Image
“You do not get to pick and choose the parts of me that you love as if you're picking petals from a… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“When this, our rose, is faded, And these, our days, are done, In lands profoundly shaded From tempest and from sun: Ah,… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
Of every movie that I've seen multiple times, of every TV show that I was obsessed with, I don't think I was… — Julie Plec Copy Share Image
“Diamonds on the petals, Silver on the stems, Early morning sunrise Turns dewdrops into gems.” — Charles Ghigna Copy Share Image
Roses are red,violets are blue.I have five fingers, the third one is for you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Living with a whore--even the best whore in the world--isn't a bed of roses.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Gabby, I told you I'd give you space, but I never said I wouldn't fill your space with flowers. Brad” — Beth Michele Copy Share Image
Roses are red Daffodils are yellow I'd rather have rabies Than be your fellow — Myothersweetangel199 Copy Share Image
Roses are Red, Facebook is Blue, no Mutal Friends, who the Hell are You? — John Martinez Copy Share Image
I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky. — Sharon Olds Copy Share Image
“And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
Even in the fiercest battles the Butterflies and Bee's still kiss the flowers. — Stanley Victor Paskavich Copy Share Image
