By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Our eyes reflect light. Better that the lips are more like a rose petal. — Olivier Theyskens Copy Share Image
My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A. — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower. — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
Why should we destroy the petals of a pretty flower, when at the end its HE loves me not. — Fransisco Embalsado Copy Share Image
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“the literary equivalent of tearing the petals off and grinding them up and running the goo through a spectrometer to explain why… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
“Birds of prey and fierce piranha enter not into Nirvana, where are neither thorns nor nettles, only soft and fragrant petals.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
“Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Time Like a petal in the wind Flows softly by As old lives are taken New ones begin A continual chain Which… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain. — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
At primary school, we would pick up plastic petals on the way home to make flowers. Now you might call it child… — John Rocha Copy Share Image
“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end?… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
I shudder to think. I might wear lace collars and laugh flower petals and pearls. People might try to pat me. I… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Years passed with nothing to show in a land once so enchanted that bees and butterflies slept safe in the blossoms after… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
I don't care what town you're born in, what city, what country. If you're a child, you are curious about your environment.… — Neil deGrasse Tyson Copy Share Image
“My path is full of petals–I have swept it for no others. My thatch gate has been closed–but opens now for you.… — Du Fu Copy Share Image
I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
“She could hear the voice of her childhood, could see a younger version of herself plucking petals off a flower. He loves… — L.A. Kuehlke Copy Share Image
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms,… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
“ The Rider A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
Rhoda comes now, having slipped in while we were not looking. She must have made a tortuous course, taking cover now behind… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I would like to use this little flower as a metaphor. The five petals of the little forget-me-not flower prompt me to… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is… — Daniel Abraham Copy Share Image
“THE WEATHER OF LOVE Love Has a way of wilting Or blossoming At the strangest, Most unpredictable hour. This is how love… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Why would I destroy the perfectly arranged petals of a rose when I already know that... He loves me not — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Look at her. She does blossom under kindness. Just like a rose, opening her petals.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
I saw the sunlight in a leafy place, Bathing itself in liquid green and amber-- Where every flower had tears hid in… — Ernest Rhys Copy Share Image
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Nature is full of by-ends. A moth feeds on a petal, in a moment the pollen caught on its breast will be… — George Iles Copy Share Image
Leaves and bark, leaves and bark, To lean against and hear in the dark. Petals I may have once pursued. Leaves are… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
If you sprinkle a path of rose petals on the floor...you could make a trip to the bathroom look romantic. — Lacey Copy Share Image
