Flower Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flower Flowers Four Lips Love Red Red rose Red Roses Romantic Rose Stalking
“Four of the roses were on fire. They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets and howling colossal… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood. — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power,… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame. — Henry Constable Copy Share Image
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“They looked for all the world like miniaturized rose petals drained of their color. These pale petals were gathering in the wind like flocking… — John Green Copy Share Image
The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Set NOT your hearts on the flowers of this world. They shall fade and die. Prize the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Most girls get flowers or candy. I get a declaration of martial law.” — Lisa Shearin Copy Share Image
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Spring training means flowers, people coming outdoors, sunshine, optimism and baseball. Spring training is a time to think about being young again. — Ernie Banks Copy Share Image
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In… — Daniel O'Connell Copy Share Image
“But any picture could deal with the problem of light. The problem with this picture is greater than that of reflective surfaces - it's… — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created must have its period of darkness: child and bulb, poem and personality.… — anne morrow lindbergh Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of beauty; there is a beauty which God gives at birth, and which withers as a flower. And there is… — Abraham Kuyper Copy Share Image
Beauty ain't always a little, cute colored flower. Beauty is anything where people be like, 'Damn.' — Prodigy Copy Share Image
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
An artist's creative energy is ephemeral as a flower. It blooms and soon dies. No artist is great forever. Personally, I think I reached… — Kim Ki-duk Copy Share Image
Anybody can be Prince Charming one day a year, with the dinner and the flowers and all that. But you know what impresses me?… — Ryan Howard Copy Share Image
