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Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole -- Julian Barnes

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through. -- E. Nesbit

From a bud of the evening a flower opens its petal in the dawn. The world sees the bud of the last night smiling with nectar on its lips. No one observed the diligence that was needed for the opening of each petal. -- Pratibha Ray

(Carnations) The only flower that, when given to someone, is marginally superior to dead ones. -- Marisha Pessl

A little bird'll be here with the morning." "Oh?" said the rose-petal lady. "Tomorrow morning?" "That's the only morning coming." "It can't be," the rose-petal lady said. "It's too soon." "No it ain't. Right on time. -- Toni Morrison

...the petrel, mindless of such height,
scales each watery hill
that rises up, adapting to the shape
of each impediment, each low escape
instinct in it, the scope of its flight
fitted to its will. -- David Yezzi

Yet, O thou beautiful rose!
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet? -- Julia Caroline Dorr

Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower:
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh. -- Thomas More

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. -- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Primordya forever! -- Aida Jacobs

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. -- Lord Byron

O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. -- John Milton

Young foliage sweet bronze.
Most strongly scented of all wisterias.
Deep spring: overcome by my own perfume. -- Tessa Rumsey

pilaster, probably meant to anchor a -- Anthony Doerr

The flower of the present rosily blossomed. -- Aldous Huxley

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.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume ... -- Amy Lowell

Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy
Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise. -- Oscar Wilde

In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within. -- Jacqueline Carey

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. -- John Milton

Petulia liked animals, especially pigs, because they had wobbly noses. Tiffany quite liked animals too, but no one except other animals liked animals as much as Petulia. -- Terry Pratchett

A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother's hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts. -- L.m. Montgomery

The Lord is saying literally, "Thou art 'Petros' [the masculine form of the word], and upon this 'petra' [the feminine form of the word] I will build My church. Thou art a rock, Peter, and upon this rock, I will build My church. -- J. Dwight Pentecost

What a lovely thing a rose is! -- Arthur Conan Doyle

Rose is not complete without the thorns. -- Pam Munoz Ryan

Although it is true that petros and petra can mean 'stone' and 'rock' respectively in earlier Greek, the distinction is largely confined to poetry. -- Frank E. Gaebelein

The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. -- William Wordsworth

Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose. -- Robert Browning

Rose out of Chaos: -- John Milton

morsels of tesselated pavement from Herculaneum and Pompeii, like petrified minced veal; -- Charles Dickens

Who gathers the withered rose? -- William Faulkner

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. -- William C. Bryant

A flower that will always grow toward the sun." "And what does that make me?" she asked sourly. "Heart of oak, my girl," he said, redeeming himself entirely. "Heart of oak. -- Donna Thorland

She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London. -- Sabrina Jeffries

A rose does not cease to be a flower because it lost one petal. -- Matshona Dhliwayo

A rose trapped inside a fist. -- Henry Rollins

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven. -- James Montgomery

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar. -- Gregory Maguire

Inside the flower, within the very structure of its petals, my soul is an element of nature, at one with the blooming Meadow Pinx in the fields on the coast of Marnan. -- M. Larose

She was flower salt in my heart, and she hurt beautifully. -- Nayyirah Waheed

Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability. -- Harriet Beecher Stowe

I still couldn't banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could desire or aspire to, a woman who would suck the marrow from your bones and still leave you smiling. -- Aliette De Bodard

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten. -- George Eliot

Stones of protection; amethyst, emerald, turquoise, lapis lazuli, and a male ruby. -- Diana Gabaldon

Rose of the desert! thou art to me
An emblem of stainless purity,
Of those who, keeping their garments white,
Walk on through life with steps aright. -- David Macbeth Moir

O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But show me just this one thing, my darling, i seek a heart stained like a poppy flower. -- Fatima Bhutto

A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground. -- George Herbert

What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you? -- Gregory Bateson

Life has always poppies in her hands. -- Oscar Wilde

I prefer prickly roses. -- Leylah Attar

Pimlico would attire herself as a woman does when she is loved. For decoration is not given to hide horrible things; but to decorate things already adorable. -- G.k. Chesterton

Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower.Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn. -- Robert Greene

She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said. -- Alice Hoffman

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? -- Rumi

I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. -- Ruben Dario

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best. -- William Shakespeare

Rose took my nose, I suppose. And it really blows ... Get it? It really blows. My nose. Taken by Rose. I suppose. -- James Dashner

I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash. -- Elena Ferrante

the soul has words as petals -- Edmond Jabes

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart -- Oscar Wilde

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. -- John Milton

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns. -- Olga Broumas

The budding rose above the rose full blown. -- William Wordsworth

to her, Rose. I'll find out the real story -- Richelle Mead

The green has widened for an Arcadian delight, and over the sky, the sun had departed. But the moonlit beams unshackled the sulky spells of life. Moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion. -- Nithin Purple

Pure earth does not petrify, because the predominance of dryness over [i.e. in] the earth endows it not with coherence but rather with crumbliness. In general, stone is formed in two ways only (a) through the hardening of clay, and (b) by the congelation [of waters]. -- Avicenna

Heaven itself possesses nothing that excels a rose of Sharon. What -- Charles Haddon Spurgeon

With the withering of the rose, and with each fallen petal, Allah is reminding us that everything here is passing away. He is reminding us that nothing in this world will remain, except for Allah. -- Yasmin Mogahed

The rose that with you earthly eyes you see, has flowered in God from all eternity. -- Angelus Silesius

Palace of Crystal -- Fyodor Dostoyevsky

What's this? It looks like a lily."
"It is," he said. "No offense, but this lily is
kind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemists
want to buy the rights to this and
start using it, I'm willing to negotiate. -- Richelle Mead

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts. -- George Chapman

If it
Were lighter touch
Than petal of flower resting
On grass, oh still too heavy it were,
Too heavy! -- Adelaide Crapsey

would flower; and where birds came - and pecked -- Mary Norton

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ... -- William Shakespeare

Once lively peonies now
wind-weary, and ragged
at the edges, hang their heavy
crowns; rain on their backs,
one final act, before
detaching from the stem
and falling down. -- Kristen Henderson

That was how she felt. Like a petal clinging to its stem, hopeful of staying, fearful of being cast away. -- Amanda Tero

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die. -- George Herbert

You know ... my flower ... I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world ... -- Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Rosie Germaine Mole. -- Sue Townsend

To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent myself I think, As long as you don't overdue the pink. -- Ruth Pitter

Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers
a living prismatic gem that changes its colour with every change of position. -- William Henry Hudson

More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms and smell their sweetest scent - for a moment I am seven years old again and wandering in that fragrant wood. -- Gertrude Jekyll

Yuvali struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The long leaves of a purple-flowered bush raked her forehead. The flower emerged from bulbous green tubes, unfolding toward the sun. The petals radiated like flecks in an eye, a whirlpool, a sea-shell." Ch.19 -- B.t. Lowry

An un-blossomed rose, in the garden we want to grow. -- Paul Travis

An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion. -- James Joyce

Only a perfect rose, has the power to persuade a perusal of its petals -- Gaiven Clairmont

White lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse. -- Kate Atkinson

chasing silly rose leaves -- Rudyard Kipling

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle. -- Anthony Liccione

You pluck flower after flower - it is never the flower. The flower itself - its calyx is a horrible gulf, it is the bottomless pit. -- D.h. Lawrence

A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong. -- Karen Levy

When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now! -- Bayard Taylor

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks
A scarlet rain; the yellow violet
Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox
Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet,
And all the streams with vernal-scented reed
Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed. -- Bayard Taylor

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew. -- Jerry Spinelli

When the rose opens its heart, you will smell the fragrance of its soul. -- Jit Sharma

You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own - What are you when the rose is blown? -- Henry Wotton

Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant, -- Libba Bray

The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars ... -- Virginia Woolf

What is the Heart?
A flower opening ... -- Rumi