Flower Quote by Willa Cather

“They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.”

— L.J. Smith

“At the edge of the lot, wildflowers had taken over, forming a thick border. I stopped to pick a bouquet of gold buttercups and…

— Mary Simses

“I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.”

— Melody Lee

“the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so…

— Kenneth Grahame

“They'd entered a clearing. A wide, green meadow in the middle of the forest. The entire space was carpeted with bluebells. Thousands upon thousands…

— Tessa Dare

“The wildness of the flower is all in the tone”

— Fanny Howe

“It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling. It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long streamers trailed thick,…

— D.H. Lawrence

“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed of the…

— Hazel Gaynor

“The sun was directly overhead, bright against the flower’s exterior. Warm blueish-purple silhouettes pirouetted and danced along interior walls.”

— James Qualls

“So green this summer and so fresh. There are white and gold daisies among the grass in front of an old wire fence, a…

— Robert M. Pirsig

“It was a gorgeous end-of-summer-just-starting-to-befall day. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was the color of cornflowers.”

— Jacqueline Davies

“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust…

— Elizabeth Enright