The wind might blow away the petals of a flower but never let it blow away yours. — Akila Sultana Copy Share Image
“a blossom past its perfection, shedding petals like a sad metaphor” — Matthew Hughes Copy Share Image
Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough. — Ezra Pound 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
“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
“It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals.” — Esther Warner Dendel 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
“Behave like the flower; it blooms with its own petals without bothering to take the colour of another flower’s petals. You can… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Spirituality is a flower with a thousand petals: every act, every thought, every talk, every movement of our heart is a part… — Robert Muller 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
Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like… — Anne Sexton 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
“Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them” — Munia Khan 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
As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or… — Henry Ward Beecher 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
I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got… — Karen Marie Moning 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
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
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
“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
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
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between… — Anonymous 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
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have one. It will not be a pansy heaven or a fragile heaven… — e. e. cummings 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
Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
If you walked by a street and you was walking a concrete and you saw a rose growing from concrete, even if… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
