I hated roses. I hated them for being so trite, so clichéd, a default, all-purpose flower that said I love you, I'm… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The changes that have occurred in poetry have been minor when you look at it over the scale of human time. It's… — Dorianne Laux Copy Share Image
As the rose-tree is composed of the sweetest flowers and the sharpest thorns, as the heavens are sometimes overcast—alternately tempestuous and serene—so… — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image
“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
Had she never been hungry enough to eat a flower? Did she not know that you could eat daisies, daylilies, pansies, and… — Adam Johnson Copy Share Image
“ A Blessing Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those… — James Wright Copy Share Image
Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
“It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
“and all the beauty and the blasphemy. Petals, petals, scattering from the stands where only vestals were allowed to sit, having tended… — Sarah Arvio Copy Share Image
Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
[T]he blossom of benevolence, of charity, is the fairest flower, no matter whether it blooms by the side of a hovel, or… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a… — John Heywood Copy Share Image
“A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall.… — Will Advise Copy Share Image
“He may have liked many other things, but we know for certain only that he liked a sweet summer breeze, stars shining… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable… — Ray Bradbury 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
“A small meadow of dill and lemon thyme, tarragon and lemon verbena, set amidst Attar of Roses and Prince of Orange pelargoniums.… — Nigel Slater 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
“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
“(I have to say that everything seems to be unraveling lately. Or maybe it seems as though I am a flower myself,… — Matthew Quick Copy Share Image
“Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange… — Tomoko Yamashita Copy Share Image
Kiss From A Rose There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark… — Seal Copy Share Image
Marriage is a plastic flower. Love is a real rose, but the real rose is beautiful in the morning; by the evening… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Almost every morning when I go to the studio to work, I discover a fresh rose in the bud vase on my… — Julie Andrews Copy Share Image
“Flowers magnetize us with their beauty and reflect back to us our own essence. Their qualities magnify positive aspects of ourselves. They… — Katie Hess Copy Share Image
“Honeysuckle iced petals,' scoffed one John Bull, spying my menu. 'I should as soon eat a bouquet of flowers. You must serve… — Martine Bailey 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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