Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows,… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
“Nancy taught two hens to help her sort flowers to make leis. She set them down by a basket of three colors… — Karen Pryor Copy Share Image
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
“Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever… — Kass Morgan Copy Share Image
Papa sat down at the table and poured his tea from the china tea set with pink flowers on the edges. I… — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Copy Share Image
“We need a plan," he replied. "Wow," Seth folded his arms. "That's a unique concept." "Seth," I hissed, shooting him a look.… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“She’s my best friend,” Clarke said, taking his hand. “The only person on Earth who knows the real me.” She shot an… — Kass Morgan Copy Share Image
“Then he was gone, and Prentice was alone in a silence that rang with all his shrill, unspoken words. He was so… — Richard Yates Copy Share Image
“My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection,… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
“Dolphins felt top-heavy, that year, most of the time, and wanted to lie down. When their heads weren’t on top they still… — Tao Lin Copy Share Image
“I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. "Don't… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Come on, hurry up and aim your .44 Magnum at my pink flowerbed. Oh, come on, let's not talk pistols when you… — Maki Murakami Copy Share Image
“That’s okay,” Apollo replied, smiling at him in a wholly creepy' hide your kids' kind of way. “When you least expect it,… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The woman wears a floral print blouse with lots of leaves and pink flowers. Risa would like to attack her with a… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
There is not one pink flower, or even fifty pink flowers, but hundreds. Snowflakes, of course, are the ultimate exercise in sheer… — Julia Cameron Copy Share Image
“But to Sonja, Ove was never dour and awkward and sharp-edged. To her, he was the slightly disheveled pink flowers at their… — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
“He circles the shrines, scanning each of them. There's one made in exclusively soft shades of pink, with a bouquet of blush… — Kiana Krystle Copy Share Image
“I was too awestruck to speak. Vines of bright pink flowers danced over a wrought-iron arbor. I recognized them immediately as the… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
