Rose Quotes
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.
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It's focused attention.
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?
Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.
The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.
I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.
Dimitri: "Do not do that again."Rose: "Don't kiss me back then."- Dimitri Belikov & Rose Hathaway (Frostbite)
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
Viva la the New Brigade! Viva la the Old One, too! Viva la, the Rose shall fade, And the Shamrock shine for ever new!
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter.
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.
Live as though Christ died yesterday, rose from the grave today, and is coming back tomorrow.
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart.
The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.
I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.
Jesus Christ—who, as it turns out, was born of a virgin, cheated death, and rose bodily into the heavens—can now be eaten in the form of a cracker
I want to be remembered like Pete Rose. 'Charlie Hustle.' I want people to say, 'Wherever he was, he was always giving it his all.
