Rose Quotes
Rose Quote of the day
Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.
Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
I can't feel bad about being who I am, just like the girl next to me can't feel bad about being who she is. Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.
One of my favorite quotes ever was from Slash from Guns and Roses and he said 'to be truly iconic, you need to be able to recognized in a silhouette'
The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.
When I saw for the first time by the Word of God that sickness was not the Will of God, everything in my nature rose up to defeat the will of the devil.
We ought to be living as if Jesus died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back this afternoon.
Instead of complaining that the rose bush is full of thorns, be grateful the thorn bush has roses. Perspective.
To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is that you are flowering.
A rose looks grey at midnight, but the flame is just asleep. And steel is strong because it knows the hammer and white heat.
When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
I have a toothache today. I never seem to be able to rise above a toothache. It makes me want to howl, break things, pull noses, tweak ears, screech.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose against a background of many shades of turquoise and azure.
The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
Among my activities was membership in the Boy Scouts; I rose each year through the ranks, eventually achieving the rank of Eagle Scout and undertaking leadership roles in the organization.
Courage is not defined by those who fought and did not fall, but by those who fought, fell and rose again.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.
With the withering of the rose, and with each fallen petal, Allah is reminding us that everything here is passing away. He is reminding us that nothing in this world will remain, except for Allah.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are.
Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.
What do we find God 'doing about' this business of sin and evil?...God did not abolish the fact of evil; He transformed it. He did not stop the Crucifixion; He rose from the dead.
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
Each one of us has it in themselves to be a free spirit, just as every rose bud has in it a rose.
A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET. BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE'S FRAGRANCE.
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
