Flowers Quote by Alfred Tennyson

“My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain…

— Margaret Atwood

She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted…

— Roman Payne

“She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told…

— Rachel Thompson

“And yet, death was still there, everywhere. We had adopted her. She lived in us and we in her. She’d emerge from our red…

— Mahi Binebine

“Through the silence he could hear the wind moan across a future landscape, sharing Earth’s sorrow, unable to bind up her wounds.”

— P.S. Duffy

“She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose…

— L.M. Montgomery

“Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it’s she, but why would she be coming…

— Pablo Neruda

“Yesterday's rain had left a bitter, springlike smell in the air; the vehemence that beat against her in the street and hummed above her…

— Willa Cather

“She wanted to live lightly on the earth, in harmony with its rhythms, all her senses keen and her mind alive and her spirit…

— Scott Russell Sanders

“She said she hoped she would see me again, and the next thing I knew I was running through light snow back to my…

— Ben Lerner

“She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences…

— Khaled Hosseini