The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.
I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
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.
Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it. " -Anthony to Violet
Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?
Are you ready?" Klaus asked finally. "No," Sunny answered. "Me neither," Violet said, "but if we wait until we're ready we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let's go.
That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.
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 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.
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
If only Uncle Monty knew what we know," Violet said, "and Stephano knew that he knew what we know. But Uncle Monty doesn't know what we know, and Stephano knows that he doesn't know what we know. " "I know," Klause said. "I know you know," Violet said
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
If you can do it, it ain't braggin'. . . it's a matter of self-confidence. I got where I did because I wasn't no shrinking violet.
The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.
Violet, the Dowager Countess: ‘I have plenty of friends I don’t like.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
