The word itself has another color. It’s not a word with any resonance, although the e was once pronounced. There is only… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Liam, you know I adore you, right?' 'Well, that's nice-' 'Go away.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Man's books are but man's alphabet, Beyond and on his lessons lie - The lessons of the violet, The large gold letters… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
“Bet it would be even more awkward if I kissed you now, huh?' Yes, please. 'The next time we kiss had better… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue. — Don McLean Copy Share Image
His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What happened?" he asked brusquely, interrupting me. "What do you mean, what happened?" "I sensed your fear, heard you call out my… — Kristi Cook Copy Share Image
“I'm going to keep you,' he promises, just like he did last night. Or was it this morning? 'You're mine, Violet.' I… — 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
“my hair is the only thing about me that's perfectly healthy. Cutting it would feel like I'm punishing my body for finally… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What beauty. I saw clouds and their light shadows on the distant dear earth…. The water looked like darkish, slightly gleaming spots….… — Yuri Gagarin 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
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
