Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“One aspect that people sometimes forget to consider is access. Having roses close to the house or a part of the yard… — Maggie Oster Copy Share Image
“Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts… — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“Guy kept his eyes on her. "I brought you some flowers." He held a bouquet wrapped in florist paper behind him, as… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Beautiful , Its like everything turning small, The world's shrinking beneath my feet , Its like the crimson roses turning pale ,… — Kevin Knight Copy Share Image
“Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and… — H.G. Wells Copy Share Image
“Royal summoned mourners. They came from the village, from the neighboring hills and, wailing like dogs at midnight, laid siege to the… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
When did we all become so fragile that mere metaphors could turn us all into fainting flowers? When did we stop being… — Julia Hartley-Brewer Copy Share Image
“The breath of wind that moved them was still chilly on this day in May; the flowers gently resisted, curling up with… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
God said,--"Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt His might, And fled away; Then startled seas and mountains cold Shone forth, all… — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
“Picture her then: Daphne Manners, a big girl (to borrow a none too definite image from Lady Chatterjee) leaning on the balcony… — Paul Scott Copy Share Image
Roses are RED Violets are BLUE, You thought I was in love, but definitely not with you, When we broke up you… — Kourtnee Willams Copy Share Image
“I don’t know how to ask this,” Everett began. “You and Mr. Bradley…you’re not…” He gestured helplessly with his left hand. “I… — Kelsey Bryant Copy Share Image
I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness. Because just like a rose is beautiful, so is a sunflower, so… — Miranda Kerr Copy Share Image
I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“It was Friday, so the farmers' market was in full autumnal swing, a sea of potted chrysanthemums and bushel after bushel of… — Julia Glass Copy Share Image
“Can I, that these flowers’ obsequies attend, Divine how soon or late my life will end? Let others laugh flower-burial to see:… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
“Sugar had grown up in Charleston, South Carolina: possibly the most luscious of the world's garden cities. Behind every wrought-iron gate or… — Sarah-Kate Lynch Copy Share Image
A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
“By tapping into flowers and their elixirs, we have a method at our fingertips that helps us be our happiest, clearest, and… — Katie Hess Copy Share Image
“Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh. “Oh yeah?” “Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue.… — Mia Watts Copy Share Image
“The men where you live,” said the little prince, “raise five thousand roses in the same garden– and they do not find… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“They say there are flowers that bloom only once every hundred years. Why shouldn't there be some that bloom only once every… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Noa sleeps with the curtains open, allowing as much moonlight as possible to flood her bedroom, allowing her to see each and… — Menna van Praag Copy Share Image
“The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove, that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
“Even in its ragged state, the garden is astonishingly beautiful. The untended, untouched look of it--- and the ivy-covered walls that protect… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
It would take more than long-stemmed roses to change my view that you're a despicable cowardy custard and a disgrace to a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The shrub that half concealed her was a malignant plant, a Madagascan tanghin tree with wide, box-like leaves with whitish stems, whose… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and to be blooming over and over again”, like remontant roses, with… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“They tell me I must bruise The rose’s leaf, Ere I can keep and use Its fragrance brief. They tell me I… — Lettie B. Cowman Copy Share Image
“I studied the way the individual flowers clustered around the single stalk, their sharp points fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
