“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
“I resist the urge to claim some of the pretty purple flowers for myself, though Gaewha tries the scissors and then clutches… — N.K. Jemisin Copy Share Image
“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant.… — Shinichi Suzuki Copy Share Image
“ Results and Roses The man who wants a garden fair, or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Aw, angel," he said, shaking his head as he looked around. "I get you now." He got me? What the heck was… — Jessica Gadziala Copy Share Image
“Flowers reconnect us to our own beautiful and unique essence as human beings. They wake up our positive qualities so that we… — Katie Hess Copy Share Image
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Study the teachings of the pine tree, the bamboo, and the plum blossom. The pine is evergreen, firmly rooted, and venerable. The… — Morihei Ueshiba Copy Share Image
“Perched up on salvaged bricks, the half-pipes made perfect planters with an industrial edge that oddly complemented Sugar's pretty favorites: pansies, lantana,… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest… — Jose Rizal Copy Share Image
“How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing… — Miss Read Copy Share Image
“In Japan, a number of time-honored everyday activities (such as making tea, arranging flowers, and writing) have traditionally been deeply examined by… — H.E. Davey Copy Share Image
I don't understand why Brandon Flowers keeps taking shots at us. Maybe he feels threatened, but he seems to be doing just… — Ryan Ross Copy Share Image
“ Why Roses Crave Thorns " Petals detach from a wilting bud—a single stem plucked before fully blossomed. They descend in hesitant… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Gardens come and go, but I find myself getting attached to certain perennials. My tulips are bridesmaids, with fat faces and good… — Michael Lee West Copy Share Image
There is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there… — Anna Letitia Barbauld Copy Share Image
I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. The little slender flower had more courage than the green leaves, for they were… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“These flowers are starwort," she said. "Starwort means 'welcome.' By giving you a bouquet of starwort, I'm welcoming you to my home,… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
The rose is all I have, I'm sorry for letting you go, this rose is all I have, rose of death I… — Madi Copy Share Image
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“At first, he talked about the flowers in the garden behind his country house in Surrey. His voice still had its Midlands… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“She chose her colors carefully. She dressed slowly, she adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to present herself… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“You asked what the wallpaper was in Mom's old room. It's lilacs." "Ah. It was always flowers, usually roses, when she was… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“It is rare that a profound revery does not spring from that glance, where it falls. All purities and all candors meet… — null Copy Share Image
Plants are decisive to a fault. A stem produces a bud that flowers once and once only. It offers pollen that is… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
“She smelled sometimes of lemons, sometimes of sage, sometimes of roses, sometimes of bay leaf. At times I would no longer hear… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
A grower of chrysanthemums awaited a visit from the emperor, who was coming to enjoy his blossoms, of which there were hundreds… — John Templeton Copy Share Image
“Final Disposition Others divided closets full of mother's things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango folds of… — Jane Glazer Copy Share Image
I think of love and marriage in the same way I do plants: We have perennials and annuals. The perennial plant blooms,… — Glennon Doyle Melton Copy Share Image
“Feel no regret for roses, autumn too has its delights...How could she say that? Didn't she see that for us there could… — Raphael Carter Copy Share Image
In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen… — Lewis Nordan Copy Share Image
“As I was a stranger in Olondria, I knew nothing of the splendour of its coasts, nor of Bain, the Harbour City,… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“Who" The month of flowering’s finished. The fruit’s in, Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth. October’s the month for storage. The… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Christianity sees plants and flowers as created by God to show forth and share with humans the divine goodness, beauty and truth… — John Stokes Copy Share Image
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling… — Juvenal Copy Share Image