“And then something blossomed deep within and opened almost like the multitude petals of a rose, pushing back the tension in rippling… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
The book[ The Thorn and The Blossom] is a love story about two people, Brendan and Evelyn, who meet in a small… — Theodora Goss Copy Share Image
The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Desires Like the beautiful bodies of those who died young, tearfully interred in a grand mausoleum with roses by their heads and… — Constantinos P. Cavafis Copy Share Image
On Friday the 13th, April 2029, an asteroid large enough to fill the Rose Bowl as though it were an egg cup… — Neil deGrasse Tyson Copy Share Image
“She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering. "Pardon?" "Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“Eyes landing on the flowers, she pursed her lips in confusion. “Okay, a puzzle. I like puzzles. You bought me flowers, but… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
Be assured that every man's success is in proportion to his average ability. The meadow flowers spring and bloom where the watersannually… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It is easier to tell a person what life is not, rather than to tell them what it is. A child understands… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“The autumn leaves, arranged in two or three scarlet terraces among the pine trees, have fallen like ancient dreams. The red and… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“I was too awestruck to speak. Vines of bright pink flowers danced over a wrought-iron arbor. I recognized them immediately as the… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“She returned to the floor, and a tray appeared beside her with a sandwich, glass of milk, and some cubes of cantaloupe.… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“Their fingers are long, like flower stems, ending in leaves where nails should be. Snow-white women with skin like leather and smooth,… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“The almond blossom from the tree has gone, to be replaced by new green shoots. It smells of spring, and mown grass,… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“You should see the way she smiles when I rattle off the names of the orchids in the greenhouse: oncidium, dendrobium, bulbophyllum,… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times,… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
The instinctive and universal taste of mankind selects flowers for the expression of its finest sympathies, their beauty and their fleetingness serving… — George Stillman Hillard Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
“The lawn gently sloped to a winding stream, so clear as perfectly to reflect the beautiful scenery of heaven, now glowing with… — Regina Maria Roche Copy Share Image
“The plants in the garden - the aloes, the almond tree, the rose tree and the iris - were afraid of her.… — Hendrik Cramer Copy Share Image
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Goggie!” she exclaimed, holding both hands out urgently to Lad, who’d been dozing by the fire. “By all means,” Michael replied amicably,… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in… — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
“You're handling someone's life energy, so it's intense, yeah, but there's like this charge from it." "I'm not sure how I feel… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
One wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing, like a rare… — Tony Kushner Copy Share Image
“Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“The rose is a symbol of the inner mysteries of Witchcraft. A red rose symbolizes the mysteries as they reside in Nature,… — Raven Grimassi Copy Share Image
Cultivo una rosa blanca, En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el… — Jose Marti Copy Share Image
The girls I dream of are the gentle ones, wistful by high windows or singing sweet old songs at a piano, long… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“There's something about the flower that grows through the rocks, the pavement; through logs and stone or brick walls... all roses are… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image