A slight sabre-cut will separate my head from my body, like the spring flower which the Master of the garden gathers for… — Theophane Venard 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
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Buried seeds thrown to the surface by explosion and trench digging have resulted in surreal sprays of early spring flowers, growing among… — Robert Macfarlane Copy Share Image
Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
“They had to die. They were killing innocent people. (Wulf) They were surviving, Wulf. You never had to face the choice of… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Mistakes are a natural part of growing up. They're to be expected and made light of. But children bloom like spring flowers… — Earl Nightingale Copy Share Image
Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
I like the fog that creeps over the whole city every night about five, and the warm protective feeling it gives...and lights… — Irene Dunne Copy Share Image
“Touch of the wind, touch of the water, touch of the spring flowers… none of these are as great as the touch… — Mehmet Murat ildan 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
Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“The morning after / my death” The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there… — Elinor Wylie Copy Share Image
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
We tiptoed the tops of beaver dams, hopped hummocks, went wading, looked at spring flowers, tried to catcha snake, got lost and… — David Sobel Copy Share Image
“Sardar Harbans Singh passed away peacefully in a wicker rocking-chair in a Srinigar garden of spring flowers and honeybees with his favourite… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
