Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his… — William Maxwell 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
Violet will be a good color for hair at just about the same time that brunette becomes a good color for flowers. — Fran Lebowitz 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
Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet. — Martin Farquhar Tupper 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
Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say,… — Ellen Bass 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
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I want Violet to be proud of every little thing that is her - her hair, her body. We're all different, and… — Christina Milian Copy Share Image
It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed.… — 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
Mother,” Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, “you know I love you dearly—” “Why is it,” Violet pondered, “that I… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
I'm confident that I'm as intelligent as many people, but I know that I'm not as intelligent as some. So in the… — Bette Midler Copy Share Image
“Violet,' Xaden groans against my mouth. The plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing… — 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 can't keep your seat?' 'No.' It's barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin.' 'How the hell can… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in… — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
“Yeah, you lose this attitude, I can help you work that hurt out.” Who was this man? He held onto his tragedy… — Kristen Ashley 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
He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a… — Patrick O'Brian Copy Share Image
The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O beautiful white land, olives and wild anemone and violet mingled among the shale, and purple wings of little winter-butterflies say, here… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale. — John Milton Copy Share Image
What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine. — Henry James Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“They lay there like that, in a different kind of silence now, watching the lake and the stars, listening to the night,… — Kimberly Derting Copy Share Image
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
“If I asked you to stay behind, would you?' His eyes bore into mine. 'No.' 'Exactly. I try not to pick fights… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the… — J. G. Holland Copy Share Image
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze. — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
“What are you doing a study on right now?" "A study on the statistical probablity of love at first sight.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated… — Derek Jarman Copy Share Image
