Books Quote by H.B. Bolton

“On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as…

— Meg Rosoff

“My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . . "Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely…

— Mary Lindsey

“What's in a name?" asked Miss Forcible. "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

— Neil Gaiman

“I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live...”

— John Steinbeck

“Elf Of The Rose”

— Hans Christian Andersen

“She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.”

— Nenia Campbell

“She leaned in to smell the apricot-tinted rose whose petals had just unfolded into a ruffled cup. The scents of lemon, myrrh, and peach…

— Ellen Herrick

“The roses once grew there, and well their lives conceal; the ivy cobbled up their voices, and made me not to feel.”

— Amy N. Edwards

“He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He’s laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold… I bet he doesn’t even…

— Holly Black

“Coral, my love, you are too pure, too innocent, too alive for me,” he said slowly, almost carefully. “My world is like a drawing…

— Hannah Fielding

“I made flowers grow for them out of the garden, but they came out ... weird. Some of the roses had teeth.”

— Tamsyn Muir

“I could hear the chaotic laughter trailing behind me. It turned the ageless trees into a menace. They loomed around me, while hiding him.…

— J.D. Stroube