Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
I did not fall into love - I rose into love. — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Do you know, I always imagine that the subway trains are dragons,' Rose said to Bear as they clung to his coat… — Regina Doman Copy Share Image
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You see guys like Rajon Rondo, John Wall, Derrick Rose; these guys are fast, quick, explosive, can get up off the floor. — Jrue Holiday Copy Share Image
“A revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle between the future and the past.” — Fidel Castro Copy Share Image
A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is. — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
I couldn't think about novels at all. It seemed the only writing that was appropriate to that horrendous event was journalism, reportage.… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you're in an urban city like New York, the corner markets are fantastic sources for tulips and roses. — Clinton Smith Copy Share Image
“It was the same Dimitri from long ago, the fierce one who was willing to risk his life for what was right.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be farsighted enough to trust the end result of a process. What… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
