“I pick up a few remembrances: a photo of my parents on their wedding day, a blue hair ribbon for Prim, the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Key West is the place where your sickly house plant back in New York grows to 10 ft. It's also the place… — Edmund White Copy Share Image
“Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the… — Rosemary Verey Copy Share Image
Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, BUT… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“She was carrying these revolting, disturbing yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but for some reason they're the first to appear… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“A buttercup is a wild yellow flower that is as beautiful as it is delicate, and can adapt and flourish in the… — Francis Ray Copy Share Image
“He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes… — Sarah J Maas Copy Share Image
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Paths of the mirror" I And above all else, to look with innocence. As if nothing was happening, which is true. II… — Alejandra Pizarnik Copy Share Image
“It was very quiet here on the mountainside, but, quiet in the of hills and forests. A quiet that wasn't silent at… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“On the night that she'd been brought here she'd had the idea that the abbey was closed in by trees. Now she… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“somewhere there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she won’t taste the salt of the rain when the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Places I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me when I am very tired; I see the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I held a blue flower in my hand, probably a wild aster, wondering what its name was, and then thought that human… — Sally Carrighar Copy Share Image
“On the floor beside the spare pillow that had tumbled from the bed in her sleep was a single yellow flower. Five… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“From the mountain peaks for streams descend and flow near the town; in the cascades the white water is calling, but the… — José María Arguedas Copy Share Image
I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write.… — Ellen Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“Old people only say that life happens quickly to make themselves feel better. The truth is that it all happens in tiny… — Joe Dunthorne Copy Share Image
“Every moment the patches of green grew bigger and the patches of snow grew smaller. Every moment more and more of the… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
