“And now, a heap of roses beside the sea, white rugosa beside the foaming hem of shore: brave, waxen candles… And we… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
“The indoor picnic had been laid out in an octagonal-shaped sunroom featuring an atrium set in the center of the stone floor.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I don’t know how to ask this,” Everett began. “You and Mr. Bradley…you’re not…” He gestured helplessly with his left hand. “I… — Kelsey Bryant Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
By the moon as I sit to seek your glory, the white roses I see, creates a new story. Seasons are many,… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“Outside, I take in the fact that the night is deeply dusky and warm, and that feels like a balm after the… — Gilly Macmillan Copy Share Image
“No one cared about Lial Gordon, but you might have never guessed if you had seen his funeral. A herd of socialites… — Angela Roquet Copy Share Image
The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant.… — Shinichi Suzuki Copy Share Image
“so many white roses whose names won’t survive either, resistance groups and newspapers now as forgotten as soldiers waiting for the enemy… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“It's possible, and I stress possible, that such a moment may never come: you may not fall in love, you may not… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“A lady’s maid handed her a bouquet of white roses—a gift from Prince Severin and Princess Elle of Loire (as flowers were… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
Don't cry, you crybaby! When you think things are hard, that's the time you are maturing as a person. If you get… — Aya Kito Copy Share Image
“Your scented tears on white roses - Love is crying in a good way.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
“It had grown darker now; it was full night already, with the swiftness of the mountainous latitudes. The square of sky over… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
“White roses and red roses: those were beautiful colours to think of. And the cards for first place and second place and… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Aidan’s hands itched to strangle the woman. He had known Marie from the moment of her birth—sixty two years ago—and they had… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Bowing my head, I dipped my nose into the bouquet I'd assembled. There was flax, and forget-me-not, and hazel. There were white… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
“Someone heroic and valiant, not merely skilled in speech; someone who is kind and pure in heart. Someone who does not play… — Sarah Mally Copy Share Image
Ever since Blessed Alan de la Roche re-established this devotion the voice of the people, which is the voice of God, called… — Louis de Montfort Copy Share Image
I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at… — Bret Easton Ellis Copy Share Image
