Apples Quote by Oscar Wilde

“I moved forward in the trace of their footsteps as in a waking dream where the scent of a newly blown poppy is no…

— Kim Thúy

A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.…

— Amy Lowell

Roses are red, Violets are blue, When brains were given out Where were you?

— Myothersweetangel199

Smell is the voice of the soul...

— Shannon Hale

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you But those roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar…

— Shubham Joshi

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence…

— Zora Neale Hurston

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of…

— Anonymous

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.

— William Wetmore Story

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you¦ But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar…

— Anonymous

“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

— Robert Browning