A rose remains in my hand a memory of memory a kiss as gental as this flower when the petals fall I… — Courtney Hood Copy Share Image
Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her… — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower… — Lucy Christopher 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
I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes. Petals are bone… — Maxine Hong Kingston Copy Share Image
If you have your attention on what is see its fullness in every moment you will discover the dance of the divine… — Deepak Chopra Copy Share Image
“The Rose has always been the premiere symbol of female sexuality. In primitive goddess cults, the five petals represented the five stations… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Your own self-will and anxiety, your hurry and labor, disturb your peace and prevent Me from working in you. Look at the… — Gerhard Tersteegen Copy Share Image
The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
In love, treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful flower. Keep watering it, tend to its roots, give… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission… — Robert M. Pirsig Copy Share Image
“Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm… — William Steig Copy Share Image
Man is incomprehensible without Nature and Nature is incomprehensible apart from man. For the delicate loveliness of the flower is as much… — Hamilton Wright Mabie Copy Share Image
If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The water-lily, in the midst of waters, opens its leaves and expands its petals, at the first pattering of the shower, and… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
There are patterns in everything, in the whole of Nature, from the way the stars turn in the heavens to the whorl… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said “Chernobog.” The Black God. Right. Of course, it… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition.… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with… — John Barlas Copy Share Image
“LOVE IS A FLOWER Treat your relationship As if you are growing The most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, Tend to… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines… — Donna Woolfolk Cross Copy Share Image
Man, do you think yours is the only soul? Look around you. Everything that you see quivers with being. Though your thoughts… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
Focus on the heart center and feel love. There is a flower there, but it's like a rose folded up. As you… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate;… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
“One’s like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain… — William Somerset Maugham 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
“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
Artists are the seeds, brave enough to live and flower before humanity. Our soil is contemplation, our water, its understanding. Whether my… — Rasun Copy Share Image
Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as… — Claudia Gray Copy Share Image
Throughout my career, I've realized that there are a lot of great opportunities out there to be associated with programming. It may… — Chris Albrecht Copy Share Image
“my brain is many colors, vague, like massed flowers: total spectrum of petals beginning with black. I wear my costume inside like… — Grace Butcher Copy Share Image
The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle,… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
