Violet Quotes

These foals are Rosie and violet

— Marshall Lee

“Holy. Fucking. Hot.”

— Rebecca Yarros

The mountain violets break the rocks.

— Tennessee Williams

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

— John Keats

“Aunt Hilda,’ Violet”

— Laurel Remington

Violets are God's apology for February.

— Barbara Johnson

“The best part of me is you, Violet.”

— Sara Ney

I feel such a connection to 'Violet.'

— Joshua Henry

“Don't be a dick,' I whisper. 'You haven't even seen me start to be a dick.”

— Rebecca Yarros

Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?

— William Shakespeare

The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.

— Heinrich Heine

“So then why are you here, Xaden?' 'Because I can't seem to stay away.”

— Rebecca Yarros

The worst kind of red is a violet red... I hate violet red.

— Brad Mondo

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“violet doesn't believe in ghosts...but they believe in her.”

— Alyxandra Harvey

If a kiss could be seen it would look like a violet.

— Anonymous

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

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

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

Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say,…

— Ellen Bass

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

— Vincent Van Gogh

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

“They lay there like that, in a different kind of silence now, watching the lake and the stars, listening to the night,…

— Kimberly Derting

I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days.

— Alice Dunbar Nelson

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by…

— William Shakespeare

If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow…

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

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

“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

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a…

— Loren Eiseley

The grape Hyacinth is the favorite spring flower of my garden - but no! I though a minute ago the Scilla was!…

— Alice Morse Earle

In our film profession you may have Gable's looks, Tracy's art, Marlene's legs or Liz's violet eyes, but they don't mean a…

— Frank Capra

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

If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to…

— Sara Shepard

Though she hated to stop kissing, Luce held Daniel's warm face in her hands. She gazed into his violet eyes, trying to…

— Lauren Kate

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured…

— Vincent Van Gogh

Munch writes poetry with color. He has taught himself to see the full potential of color in art His use of color…

— Sigbjørn Obstfelder

O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and…

— William Shakespeare

“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

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

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