One is quite astonished to find how many things there are in the landscape, and in every object in it, one never… — Winston Churchill 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
“What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if… — Jennifer Niven 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
“Dad pressed against my mind. Please, Allison. Let me, just this once, hold my son. I shouldn't. Nothing good ever came from… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want… — Anonymous 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
What is art? A violet. Is that all? An artistic style is a living entity, a continuous process of invention. It can… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Took her [Ms. Whitlock] long enough to grade it." He mumbles. True. "But it took us forever to turn it in. She… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“Apparently I can't trust Liam to report deadly situations or Rhiannon to train you on the mat, seeing how easily Barlowe had… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You have to fight, Vi,' Xaden whispers against my forehead as we move. 'You can hate me all you want when you… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
At night... the streets become rhythmical perspectives of glowing dotted lines, reflections hung upon them in the streets as the wistaria hangs… — Frank Lloyd Wright 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
I feel like you have to tell people who you are, but you don't have to be disrespectful about it. But you… — Keke Palmer Copy Share Image
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn’t; violet is for brute force. I will say to you:… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish. — Benny Hill 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
“It's too late!" I cried "I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
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
Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues.… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
