Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Fabulous" Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
I love the little garden in the back of my family's brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
“he said this turning his strong body to face the beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, astonishing, bewildering girl who was a princess and his… — J.K. Ashton Copy Share Image
“I'd painted nearly every surface in the main room. And not with just broad swaths of colour, but with decorations- little images.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways,… — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
Flowers are not symbols of power. Flowers are too brief, too frail, to elicit much hope of eternity. In truth, flowers are… — Sharman Apt Russell Copy Share Image
“She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
I have a showroom where we experiment with twelve cakes. We develop sketches and ideas for cakes for the next season. We… — Ron Ben-Israel Copy Share Image
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
“Alice dug into her pocket and pulled out her notebook, hurrying to make a note of the sensation and the day and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware… — Christine Zolendz Copy Share Image
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
“I like to think of people as roses, as they grow older, they slowly and unwillingly start giving up on life, even… — Abraham M. Alghanem Copy Share Image
“White roses and red roses: those were beautiful colours to think of. And the cards for first place and second place and… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“All roses are flowers. Some flowers fade quickly. Therefore some roses fade quickly. A large majority of college students endorse this syllogism… — Daniel Kahneman Copy Share Image
Focus on the roses: 'A person who gathers honey will not escape being stung by bees. A person who gathers roses will… — Zelig Pliskin Copy Share Image
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“He looked up at the dark line of trees and breathed in slowly, smelling wild garlic, mulched leaves, a fox den somewhere… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential—" Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway?… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily?… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“Past their normal blooming season, the trees had shed many of their blossoms, but the ones that remained were vibrant and showy,… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And… — Oriana Fallaci Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Jackie’s mom, Dr. Seward, enjoyed gardening when she wasn’t at her psychiatry office, so the yard overflowed with azaleas, and hydrangeas, goldmound… — Melanie Dale Copy Share Image
“Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer. Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret… — G. Campbell Morgan Copy Share Image
“Soon some of the plants were as big as fruit trees. There were fans of long emerald-green leaves, flowers resembling peacock tails… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
“She never foresaw their marriage, its days and nights, other than as embowered by dazzling acres, blossoms a snowy blaze and with… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that's too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around… — C JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“The sisters were all gifted gardeners so Sorrel wasn't terribly worried about her beloved flowers. Patience's herbs were in fine form, Nettie's… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
“Then think of this as an adventure." I kissed hi cheek. "So which flower should I be?" He curled me close to… — Lisa Mangum Copy Share Image
“When we got to class, Andy reached in to my tote and set the rose on my desk. I didn’t understand why… — Nely Cab Copy Share Image
“They say she's a girl like a garden, it said. "All roses and lavender and spider mums. Too bright, too bright to… — Kelly Andrew Copy Share Image
“A shopgirl dressed in finery, speaking in cockney... it's like fingernails on slate." "Yes," Llandrindon said with a laugh. "Or like seeing… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
