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
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
You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. The viol, in… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
At least since the first petals of the counterculture bloomed across Europe and the United States in the 1960s, it has been… — Stephen Prothero Copy Share Image
My rose is not just a plant you know, it is a life, rich, sweet, and wholesome, but also poisonous, deadly, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you have patience, then you'll also have love. Patience leads to love. If you forcefully open the petals of a bud,… — Mata Amritanandamayi Copy Share Image
someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The thousand petal lotus of light, the crown center, really does not become operative until one is on the verge of enlightenment… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
The tragedy of journalism lies in its impermanence; the very topicality which gives it brilliance condemns it to an early death. Too… — Vera Brittain Copy Share Image
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the… — Francesca Lia Block 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
Gus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do… — John Green 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 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
“The petals of their lips don't have the thorn of bodies. (Les pétales de leur lèvres N'ont pas l'épine des corps)” — Charles de Leusse Copy Share Image
Patterns drawn in ultraviolet might make those ordinary little petals into the exotic peacocks of the botanical world, and yet we cannot… — Victoria Finlay Copy Share Image
The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted… — Brendan Fraser Copy Share Image
The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The streets weren't paved with gold and Rose petals [when I was young]. "Do I have a horn to sell this month… — Jon Gordon Copy Share Image
I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind… — Meng Haoran Copy Share Image
“She never liked to be called pretty - for she was a wildflower. Roaming alone through deep woods not caring if she… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
What is so marvelous about living today is that it is possible to extend, like a flower, spreading petals in all directions. — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly” — Nicola An Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Think beyond the vase! If you have a vase of flowers on a dining table for a quick dinner party, think about… — Clinton Smith Copy Share Image
“He is the insect that uses your precious petals as a resting spot. Is the friendship beneficial for you or the fly?” — Deb Apodaca Copy Share Image
A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end —… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
After Ive enjoyed a floral bouquet to its fullest, I drop a few petals in a bottle with distilled water to create… — Megalyn Echikunwoke Copy Share Image
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