“Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy… — Sharyn McCrumb Copy Share Image
And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Roses, wild roses, everywhere! So plentiful were they, they were not only perfumed the air, they seemed to dye it a faint… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we… — Francis Turner Palgrave Copy Share Image
When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“His daughters watched in the rain. The prettiest, shyest one hid far back in the field to watch and she had good… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Don't raise your girls to be porcelain roses protected behind a cabinet's glass sliding doors. Raise your girls to be wild roses… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“The sun shall always rise upon a new day and there shall always be a rose garden within me. Yes, there is… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
“Part of my life no longer made sense. A life of meetings stretched between appointments, half listening to people, always running late.… — Nora Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Riding horseback along a country lane I saw wild roses in bloom, against an old stone wall. The expensive, improved varieties in… — James Webb Young Copy Share Image
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
“There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You… — Monique Wittig Copy Share Image
A wild rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Roses are picked every day, they are told that they will be better off sold in the flower shoppe. And so they… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“That was the trouble with wild roses - they grew under a man's defenses when he wasn't watching.” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Are the roses not also--even as the owl is--excessive? Each flower is small and lovely, but in their sheer and silent abundance… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“The wild roses were wide open and brilliant, the blue-eyed grass was in purple flower, and the silvery milkweed was just coming… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
