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“Slip from the state of mindfulness and, before you know it, the first thought will appear. The bloom of the first poppy… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
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There are so many awful things in this world, but I wanted readers to share with me the small, beautiful, enjoyable things.… — Novala Takemoto Copy Share Image
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“I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you,… — Timothy Hallinan Copy Share Image
Don't put needless expense into painting a head! Don't try to match tints! Rose and pearly colours blend into each other so… — William Morris Hunt Copy Share Image
I was conscious of being wordy as a child. I was a terrible talker. I memorised the Latin names of flowers at… — Simon Schama Copy Share Image
“But how nice it would be to know that some good Yankee woman - And there must be SOME good Yankee women.… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
How could you not know?" His voice was full of wonderment. "You changed me utterly. You were like a...like a bright, wonderful… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
Or perhaps you notice a congregation of ladybugs on a rose stalk. Don't invoke the old nursery saying and ask them to… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived… — Harriette Simpson Arnow Copy Share Image
“I want you to learn the lesson of the lotus. This flower springs forth from muddy waters. It raises its delicate petals… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
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“Sent as a present from Annam A red cockatoo. Coloured like the peach-tree blossom, Speaking with the speech of men. And they… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
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The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
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Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
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You've traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the truth. So many days in the archives, copying, copying. The gravity of… — Hsu Yun Copy Share Image
Every man who becomes heartily and understandingly a channel of the Divine beneficence is enriched through every league of his life. Perennial… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
One bright pansy popping through a sidewalk crack will get weeded or stepped on; it's not until twenty fabulous flowers bust through… — S. Bear Bergman Copy Share Image
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If love was a rose, I would simply pick it 4u, If it was a gift, I give it 2 u, If… — Unkown Copy Share Image
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The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
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