Feet Quote by Ben Jonson

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

— Edith Wharton

“People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.”

— Nenia Campbell

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

— Scott Westerfeld

“Sorrel always thought herself happy in the little village by the sea. She was content among her flowers and specimen trees, the extraordinary roses…

— Ellen Herrick

“Wherever her feet pass, white flowers part the grass.”

— L.J. Smith

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending,…

— Kate Morton

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or…

— Francesca Lia Block

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

— Rick Riordan

Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.

— Abby May Alcott

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

— Edmund Spenser

But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.

— Elizabeth Gaskell

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to…

— Leo Tolstoy