“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet. — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
“Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“I may not want to appear different than every other rider on this field, but I already am.” — Rebecca Yarros 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
“She can't die, and not just because there's a chance I won't survive. She can't die because I know I can't live… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Dear Haters, roses are red violet's blue, i'v got five fingures and the middle ones for you.. — Anonymous 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
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 violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The… — William Shakespeare 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
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
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 puckered-up face of the newly-born child, old as the world, wise as the roots of trees. Sin was there and goodness,… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows… — William Shakespeare 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
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
No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like… — Allen Ginsberg 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You stop fearing the Devil when you're holding his hand...” — April Genevieve Tucholke Copy Share Image
“Liam, you know I adore you, right?' 'Well, that's nice-' 'Go away.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
At the end of the day, I'm Violet's mom, and I want the best for her. — Christina Milian Copy Share Image