Quotes About Phlox

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...

Love was never a mistake, even when it wasn't returned. It was not unlike the phlox in Catherine Avery's garden, untended, ignored, but there all the same.

Braziers blaze, and the sky is thick with sea spray and incense. The ground beneath us is moon-blooming phlox.