“You stop fearing the Devil when you're holding his hand...” — April Genevieve Tucholke Copy Share Image
“There's nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn't find you, Violence.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“I may not want to appear different than every other rider on this field, but I already am.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Just because he's a dick, doesn't mean you have to be.' 'But he's giving me so much material to work with.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves. — Fredrika Bremer Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold -… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“ Nothing is endless I know that now Let me go V -Violet's letter” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon. — Constance Spry Copy Share Image
“He took blue and red and placed them next to each other, painting the eyes of an angel. And I saw the… — Pavich Milorad Copy Share Image
“I care about Violet more than I care about myself. Maybe even… Love her? Fuck, am I in love? No, there’s no… — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
I've been trying to redefine fragrance since I was a child - before I was ten. Throughout my life, certain fragrance notes… — Lolita Lempicka Copy Share Image
And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a… — Sarah Smiley Copy Share Image
So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter.… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet.… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Who are you?" Violet asked. It is confusing to fall asleep in the daytime and wake up at night. "what are you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Shit, I don’t know what the hell I’m saying. Violet is turning me into a fucking pansy. I used to be a… — Sara Ney Copy Share Image
“How does anyone think long-term around here?' 'Not everyone is in a quadrant where death is less of a chance and more… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?' 'Absolutely not.' His jaw tenses. 'Right.' I don't expect that… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Though she hated to stop kissing, Luce held Daniel's warm face in her hands. She gazed into his violet eyes, trying to… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“You'll break the first time they put you in the sparring ring, and that's before the dragons sense that you're...' He shakes… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Poppy was dressed in her best gown, a violet silk that shimmered with tones of blue and pink as the light moved… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“During this journey I realized that my robe had fallen open and he could see my nightie. Pale lavender satin, short, hitting… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Are you calling me weak?' 'No.' Mira squeezes my hand. 'Just... fragile.' 'That's not any better.' Dragons don't bond fragile women. They… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Don't be a dick,' I whisper. 'You haven't even seen me start to be a dick.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
