Violet Quotes

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?

The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above.

Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a branch not far above him it caught a dewdrop poised upon a leaf. The drop instantly blazed crimson, and a slight movement of his head made it show all the colours of the spectrum with extraordinary purity, from a red almost too deep to be seen through all the others to the ultimate violet and back again.

The violet sea longs for the birth of gods, for to be born here is an unspeakable feast, a drumroll of commanding retinues and tritons.

The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.

The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.

Violets are God's apology for February.

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.

I feel like you have to tell people who you are, but you don't have to be disrespectful about it. But you also don't have to be a shrinking violet.

Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have to penetrate the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet.

We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause In a universe of inconstancy.

I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

Mother,” Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, “you know I love you dearly—” “Why is it,” Violet pondered, “that I have come to expect nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in that manner?

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)