Quote by Robert Burns Download Open image ““Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, that fate is thine.”” — Robert Burns ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*, [she points to a daisy] Maude: yet… — Colin Higgins Copy Share Image
“When 'the one' reveals himself to you, you will know. I can guarantee it.' (Daisy's mum, 'Friendship on Fire', p. 332)” — Danielle Weiler Copy Share Image
“Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.” — Robert Bryndza Copy Share Image
“It passed, and he began to talk excitedly to Daisy, denying everything, defending his name against accusations that had not been made. But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“Now I understood there was something stronger than fate. Choice. It was ugly and quotidian and lacked romance, and that was exactly what gave… — Shawna Yang Ryan Copy Share Image
“That someone would mourn her death made her want to live in the fiercest way.” — H. L. Burke Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image