“Violet’s last visit—not two months ago, at the beginning of the summer—Violet seemed …” — Jessica Strawser 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
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
“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
We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a… — Leigh Hunt 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
“Don't, Violet. I won't let you. Just... come here." Abruptly, he (Matthew) held out his arms to me, and I allowed him… — Kristi Cook Copy Share Image
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The… — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow… — Ludwig Wittgenstein Copy Share Image
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by… — William Shakespeare 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
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
“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
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
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
Do not several sorts of Rays make Vibrations of several bignesses, which according to their bigness excite Sensations of several Colours, much… — Isaac Newton Copy Share Image
“Xaden's head snaps in my direction. 'Violence?' I take a step and then another, holding my frame upright with muscle memory I… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. “You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking. “I say, why… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Did you step in?' Dain demands. 'Did I what?' Xaden arches a dark brow and levels a look on Dain that would… — Rebecca Yarros 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
Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little… — James Russell Lowell 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
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free. — William Wetmore Story Copy Share Image
“What did you want to be when you grew up?' I ask, just to keep the conversation going. 'Alive.' He shrugs. Well,… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
I'm glad that our music motivates people to exercise. If I had to pick just one song to run to, it would… — Fergie Copy Share Image
Violet, the Dowager Countess: “I mean, one way or another, everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden. — Jessica Fellowes 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
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Not us, Vi. Everything else may end, but not us. What we have...We're endless." -Lincoln” — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard. — Carl Friedrich Gauss 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
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
