Rose Quotes - Page 10

For inspiration I look to those great players who consistently found original ways to shock their opponents. None did this better than the eighth world champion, Mikhail Tal. The "Magician of Riga" rose to become champion in 1960 at age twenty-three and became famous for his aggressive, volatile play.

With thorns in the inner world there will always be roses in the outer world, in law-able compensation.

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

The foundation of our belief is a basis of fact - the fact of the birth, ministry, miracles, death, resurrection by the Evangelists as having actually occurred, within their own personal knowledge it was therefore impossible that they could have persisted in affirming the truths they have narrated, had not Jesus actually rose from the dead, and had they not known this fact as certainly as they knew any other fact.

The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.

I'm not a morose person; it's just that my best songs reflect on the sadder aspects of life.

Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.

If President Nixon's secretary, Rosemary Woods, had been Moses' secretary, there would only be eight commandments.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Everything is complex and everything is simple. The rose has no why attached to it, it blooms because it blooms, how no thought of itself, or desire to be seen. What could be more complicated than a rose for someone who wants to understand it? What could be simpler for someone who wants nothing? The complexity of thinking, the simplicity of beholding.

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.

Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best.

Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear, and we all just do our best. I would never claim to have the worst situation. There are many widows, and many people dying of AIDS, many people killed in Lebanon, people starving all over the planet. So we have to count our lucky stars.

The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.

Arise, awake! This path is arduous. So we learn from the wise, and we have to follow in the footsteps of the wise. The path of spirituality is not a bed of roses. But neither is it a chimerical mist. The Golden Shores of the Beyond are not a mere promise. The crown of human aspiration is bound to be fulfilled on the Golden Shores of the Beyond.

And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.

Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that - it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?" Rose: "Because I'm her guardian."

Heterosexuality is dangerous. It tempts you to aim at a perfect duality of desire.

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.