Flowers Quote by Tove Jansson

“She looked at her roses. They were white, some incurved and holy, others expanded in an ecstacy. The tree was dark as a shadow.…

— D.H. Lawrence

“She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.”

— Akshay Vasu

“The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other.…

— Thomas Hardy

“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky.…

— Oscar Wilde

“It was her work of art, her poem and her prayer, to repeat this story, low and precipitately, as if she were in the…

— Henri Barbusse

“She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.”

— Shakieb Orgunwall

“She was sunshine on a rainy day, a rainbow against gray clouds, hope in a Catholic school uniform. She was why poetry was written…

— S.L. Scott

“For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.”

— Akshay Vasu

“Janie walked back over with a bouquet of nine white, long stem roses and one white.”

— Michelle Hughes

“A pink rose among a thousand white daisies stand out; be likewise.”

— Matshona Dhliwayo

“Singing rose up from the convent, filling the woods with a peaceful echo that tried to penetrate her heart and smooth her features; but…

— Kate Willis

“She was given to me to put things right And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her Still I seemed so obselete and small…

— Nick Cave