“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
“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
The black, hungry roses that Redd sent snaking towards the princess were easily squashed, the orbs and and unmanned, airborne blades of… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“That night Lance wants to rub his penis as he thinks of Lexi but he refrains. He doesn’t want Lexi to be… — Misti Rainwater-Lites Copy Share Image
“I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in… — Heinrich Heine 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
Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“At times young man, you tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded. (...) Miss Bloom, would you… — Ransom Riggs 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
“I’ll bet Ryan Lilly drinks coffee like a flower—a lily. I drink coffee more like two roses and a nose walk into… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“ Panisses, those chickpea fritters sold by vendors on every street corner, and served with harissa, tomatoes, or roasted halloumi, or grilled… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“From the corner of her eye, the wildflowers along the wall caught her attention. “Roar, wait!” Roar turned around. “Yes?” he asked,… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“While I worked, I thought about Earl's wife, tried to bring forth an image of the once-passionate woman: her tired, withdrawn, unsuspecting… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
To someone good, Roses are dead, and Violets are too... If I had the power to rename Valentine's Day, I would call… — Scot Copy Share Image
Many books belong to sunshine, and should be read out of doors. Clover, violets, and hedge roses breathe from their leaves; they… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“The flat area immediately below was broken up into a formal pattern of beds containing oleander and more clipped clouds of box,… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
“You think I would take a wild lily and trim it to appear an English rose? You shall meet the ton as… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Daniel murmured something like yes, he wouldn't miss it,but he was clearly distracted. He kept looking away from the woman. His eyes… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“they say they only want flowers to grow from my mouth, so i will look them dead in the eye as i… — Amanda Lovelace Copy Share Image
“The old woman paid no attention to the camellia until that morning, when a fleck of pink caught her eye. The single… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather than an asset - that in view of the fact… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
“And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The windows had been thrown open to the summer breezes, and as Brisbane pressed me down onto the bed, I smelled the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
“Lucien: And Flowers--but only Anya can call me that. William: Fine. I'll call you Roses. Lucien: You won't. William: I will. Zodiac… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“Palestine, When you rain Grass grows and trees foliate. The fields bloom orange and lemon. Swaying green spikes and figs and olives… — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“We're not dealing with Isaac Newton here. She likes what she calls 'romance.' To her that means candles, rose petals, and a… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“The "Avenue," so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
How could you allow me fall when I expected your shoulders would've held me when I was slipping? Is this all you… — Maurice Quoi Jr Copy Share Image
O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched. Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
As the spring comes on, and the densening outlines of the elm give daily a new design for a Grecian urn, —… — Thomas Wentworth Higginson Copy Share Image
