The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Do I look like a shallow Summer girl to you?' She tossed her silver hair, offended. 'I’m a Winter Court royal. I… — Vicki Keire Copy Share Image
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Alice stopped walking as a dragonfly hovered close. 'Yellow-winged darter.' The name came to mind of its own accord. She watched as… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
“Today, while Mother was watching me work, she suddenly remarked, “They say that people who like summer flowers die in the summer.… — Osamu Dazai Copy Share Image
“Father's face was buried in early summer flowers. There was something gruesome about the utter freshness of those flowers. It was as… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“Change blows through the branches of our existence. It fortifies the roots on which we stand, infuses crimson experience with autumn hues,… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to… — Henry Theodore Tuckerman Copy Share Image
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Merry Margaret, As midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower: — John Skelton Copy Share Image
“Mandy tidied the weeds and pulled out some of the summer flowers. It saddened her to do so. She was parting with… — Julie Andrews Edwards Copy Share Image
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the… — Anne Brontë Copy Share Image
