Flowers Quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life,…

— Alfred Tennyson

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life,…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“One of my ancestors fought in the War of the Roses“, she announced haughtily, without looking round, “and in those wars you were supposed…

— Terry Pratchett

“I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet showers on high and then when morning came i saw Him hang it…

— Dr. W. L. Stiger

“At one stopover on the train journey home, Hans told his sister Inge later, he saw a young girl with the Star of David…

— Jud Newborn

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me… And as to you corpse,…

— Walt Whitman

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

— William Shakespeare

I think Oscar Wilde wrote a poem about a robin who loved a white rose. He loved it so much that he pierced his…

— Mary Pickford

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose…

— John Boyle O'Reilly

“To gentle pressure, King Henry capitulated; the White Rose, aged twenty-four, was taken out into God’s light and air, in order to have his…

— Hilary Mantel

“Trying to draw Matthew into our conversation, I said, “Look, here’s Matthew’s.” I pointed out his card; on it, a smiling young man with…

— Kresley Cole

Cultivo una rosa blanca, En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que…

— Jose Marti

“Sophie Scholl faced her own death with supreme fearlessness and a deep faith in her moral, political and religious convictions. She showed that brutal…

— Frank McDonough

“[The White Rose] is relevant because it gives us an example that we can use... They are a sign of how we should strive…

— Ruth Hanna Sachs

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in…

— Suzanne Collins