Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the… — Cicely Mary Barker Copy Share Image
Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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If you try to become a buddha, one thing is certain - you will not be able to become yourself. One thing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A half-century before Madonna, Gypsy [Rose Lee] understood how to make performance out of desire, how to exploit the very human and… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
The house was immaculate, as always, not a stray hair anywhere, not a flake of dandruff or a crumpled towel. Even the… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
When I started on MySpace, people wanted to support me, but once I rose to fame with the MTV show, they felt… — Tila Tequila Copy Share Image
As Christ was born of the Virgin's womb, so must He be spiritually formed in our hearts. As He died for sin,… — George Whitefield Copy Share Image
I smiled at him as best I could and pushed the paper across the table before he could change his mind. Because… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Tennyson and Browning are poets, and they think; but they do not feel their thought as immediately as the odour of a… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel I know strangers Better than I know my friends Why must a beginning Be the means to an end?… — Ben Harper Copy Share Image
To make harmonics scream, I first dump my Floyd Rose real quick, hit a harmonic with my left hand while the string… — Dimebag Darrell Copy Share Image
Then they gave me a loaf of bread and told me to walk through the forest and give some to anyone who… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. To the world, you may… — Dr. Seuss Copy Share Image
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns. Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can… — Cody Edward Lee Miller Copy Share Image
Quick now, here, now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school's over on west campus." A pink flush… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
During a rehearsal of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony the members of the orchestra were so overwhelmingly moved by the conducting of Arturo Toscanini… — James Keller Copy Share Image