Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as… — Chris Colfer Copy Share Image
Yesterday I sat in a field of violets for a long time perfectly still, until I really sank into it - into… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Munch writes poetry with color. He has taught himself to see the full potential of color in art His use of color… — Sigbjørn Obstfelder 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
“Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree… — Johannes Bobrowski Copy Share Image
Daniel's face-- the way it had been bathed in violet light when he'd carried her home this morning-- appeared before her eyes.… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts… — Margaret Deland 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
You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets. — Anonymous 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
“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
“You keeping any other secrets up there?' Rhiannon eventually asks. Guilt settles in my stomach when I think of Xaden and his… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“What was that all about?" Jay asked in loud whisper. She still felt like her head was reeling. She had no idea… — Kimberly Derting Copy Share Image
“There was this time of morning that always gave me peace. I liked to call it the "Violet hour." Not because it… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
