Rose Quotes
Dawn came on us like a betrayer; it seemed as though the new sun rose as an ally of our enemies to assist in our destruction.
The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.
If you let hydrogen gas alone for 13 billion years it will become giraffes, rose bushes and humans.
It's quite fitting that Slash is getting a star on the very street Axl Rose will one day be sleeping on.
Christ is the Son of God. He died to atone for men's sin, and after three days rose again. This is the most important fact in the universe. I die believing in Christ.
The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.
Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.
Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.
I was expecting it to be cynical because I'm like that myself. I wouldn't want it to be all roses because life isn't like that.
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.
Cynic: an idealist whose rose-colored glasses have been removed, snapped in two and stomped into the ground, immediately improving his vision
We may never be martyrs but we can die to self, to sin, to the world, to our plans and ambitions. That is the significance of baptism; we died with Christ and rose to new life.
I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.
A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.
For me, the original Guns N' Roses is the embodiment of a certain kind of chemistry that really couldn't be duplicated.
Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.
A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart
Whenever I have a problem, I ask the Saint (Thérèse of Lisieux) not to solve it, but to take it into her hands and to help me accept it and I almost always receive a white rose as a sign.
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
Our lives are a mosaic of little things, like putting a rose in a vase on the table.
The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush.
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
The mind of a poet often performs miracles-a few coarse-grained words, apprehended become bullets and roses.
Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
