Lowly, with a broken neck,
The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
- George Meredith
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers,
so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
Bricks to all greenhouses!
Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
- Edward Abbey
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
- William Carlos Williams
Thou cannot stir a flower
Without troubling a star.
- Francis Thompson