“Man is hypocrite! He says that he loves flowers but he kills them for his own simple interests and for his own… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Anybody can love a rose, But it takes a great deal to love a leaf. Dont love same one who is beautiful,… — Desmond Copy Share Image
I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
I should delight to have my curls half drowned In Tyrian dews, and head with roses crowned, And once more yet (ere… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Roses are red, vilets are blue you actually thought I cry over you told me you loved me and I thought it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of… — Tony Kushner Copy Share Image
Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her… — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“that droplet of moisture that had slipped from me like a tear seemed almost to tell the story of my life. It… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew!… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ… — Pierre de Ronsard Copy Share Image
“George thrust into Alma's hand a lithograph of a spotted 'Catasetum.' The orchid had been rendered so magnificently that it seemed to… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“You have only to say one word and I would know your voice among all other voices. I don't know what it… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“Translating this to the spiritual regions as their wont is, the poets sang beautifully how roses fade and petals fall. The moment… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“In the moonlight David saw that Thoresby had become very peculiar indeed. Figs nestled among the leaves of beech-trees. Elder-trees were bowed… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“On the night that she'd been brought here she'd had the idea that the abbey was closed in by trees. Now she… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
When I was younger, my mum used to put fresh flowers in bath water instead of rubber ducks, and since then I… — Virginia Hey Copy Share Image
“Grandmama said that the cherry blossom was life. Sweet and beautiful, but so darn short. Too short not to do what you… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Returning to where It used to see blossoms, My mind, changed, Will stay on at Yoshino... Home now, and see anew.” — Saigyo Copy Share Image
Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest. — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
“The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty and life of it were surprising in the plain room, like a… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Roses Are Red. Violets Are Blue, He's For Me. Not For You, If By Chance. You Take My Place, L'll Take My… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The apple trees were in full bloom, the scent enveloping the party in a heady, almost palpable mist, and pale petals rocked… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“red the colour of the rose red the colour of your lips red the colour of your tongue… red the colour of… — Marina G. Roussou Copy Share Image
I have always been an extrovert. When I was younger, I would go outside and sing to the flowers and pretend they… — Joe Lycett Copy Share Image
We notice flowers blooming, winds blowing, birds chirping, but the one thing we never notice is the creator who created it all…ER — Eddie Rothschild Copy Share Image
“And love became the world's beginning and the world's ruler; but all its ways are full of flowers and blood, flowers and… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift,… — David Steindl-Rast Copy Share Image
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
A rose remains in my hand a memory of memory a kiss as gental as this flower when the petals fall I… — Courtney Hood Copy Share Image
“Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses and sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses and shade of the sheets and… — Addi Booth Copy Share Image
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be… — John Green Copy Share Image
When I met you my heart skipped a beat, the sun became the moon, and cold turned into heat, roses werent red,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Anybody can turn their life around for the better, but people who make other people’s lives better because of them are the… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time. I think we need to talk about vases. Did… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Roses are red violets are blue he is for me not for you if by chance u take my place ill take… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
