Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds upon the heel that crushes it.
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory; odors, when sweet violets sicken, live within the sense they quicken.
Roses are red, and here is something new, violets are violet not really blue.
Roses are red, violets are blue, you wanna keep dick butkus the fuck away from you.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.
The fragrance of the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
There is little protection from ultra violet radiation on Mars as there is on Earth.
Violet Chachki - I'm a huge fan of her work.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more, thy sorrow is in vain, for violets plucked, the sweetest showers will ne'er make grow again.
