To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your… — William Blake Copy Share Image
We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of… — Naz?m Hikmet Copy Share Image
“To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“You’re like that single wild flower that grows from the crack in the pavement: miraculous growth with no water source or fertile… — Jamie Salsbury Copy Share Image
“To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower,’ ” he quoted from Blake. “ ‘Hold… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
Happiness is to see the world in a grain of sand, and Heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“You are at my side, dear friends, and God is everywhere. Yet ultimately we are alone, making our way home by the… — Joan Borysenko Copy Share Image
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Monuments of murder, how poor the thoughts, how mean the memories ye awaken, compared with those that speak to the heart of… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton Copy Share Image
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“ My Floating Sea " "Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Daisies are what boho dreams are made of. They bring to mind sun-soaked wild flower fields, spontaneous wanderings in the country air… — Chantal Larocque Copy Share Image
