Rose Quotes - Page 12

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

My teacher, my great cello teacher Leonard Rose, was such a great cellist, and nurturing man, very patient. But I grew up not only admiring him, but obviously Casals, Rostrotovich, Jacqueline du Pre, and many others, including many of my peers and contemporaries.

The best prose is written by authors who see their universe with a poet’s eyes.

What is the mark of a Christian? That he be purified of all defilement of the flesh and of the spirit in the Blood of Christ, perfecting sanctification in the fear of God and the love of Christ, and that he have no blemish nor spot nor any such thing; that he be holy and blameless and so eat the Body of Christ and drink His Blood; for 'he that eateth and drinketh unworthily, eateth and drinketh judgement to himself.' What is the mark of those who eat the Bread and drink the Cup of Christ? That they keep in perpetual remembrance Him who died for us and rose again.

When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.

You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I’ve got to kill someone, it might as well be you.

Back to prison. Maybe if you fake a heart attack, I can make a break for it. (Rose Hathaway says to Lissa Dragomir)

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread

Do you think that revolutions are made with rose water?

She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.

Information appears to stew out of me naturally, like the precious otter of roses out of the otter.

I know I am dying, but my deathbed is a bed of roses. I have no thorns planted upon my dying pillow. Heaven is already begun!

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

The hard part of writing at all is sitting your ass down in a chair and writing it. There's always something better to do, like I've got an interview, sharpening the pencils, trimming the roses. There's always something better to do. Going to a writer's club?

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.

Root out all the "to be" verbs in your prose and bludgeon them until dead. No "It was" or "they are" or "I am." Don't let it be, make it happen.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.

Competence in heterosexuality, or at least the appearance or pretense of such competence, is as much a public affair as a privateone. Thus, going steady is a high school diploma in heterosexuality; engagement a BA; marriage an MA; and children a Ph.D.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

Before the birth of Love, many fearful things took place through the empire of necessity; but when this god was born, all things rose to men.