Rose Quotes - Page 14

I wish you would grow to the understanding that you choose heterosexuality.

The only rose without thorns is friendship.

I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

If we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us.

meditation is a way of developing clarity, which allows us to see the precision of daily life situations as well as our thought process so that we can relate with both of them fully and completely.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

We called Pete Rose and Larry Bowa the soup spoons, because they were always stirring things up. Twenty years later, nothing's changed.

If Jesus rose from the dead, then you have to accept all he said.

I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.

Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

Entrance into the Old Ways begins with the pricking of a finger with a rose thorn, which produces a drop of blood. This opens the way into the Thorned Path, a system, which uses five rose thorns to symbolize the five arts of Witchcraft that one should master. These arts are Herbalist, Fortune-Teller, Spirit Medium, Mystic, and Magician. We call mastering these aspects 'the gathered thorns' --thus the Thorned Path.

How much do you have to hate somebody to not proselytize?

The scenery of mountains painted on the ever-changing azure canvas of the sky, the mysterious mechanism of the human body, the rose, the green grass carpet, the magnanimity of souls, the loftiness of minds, the depth of love - all these things remind us of a God who is beautiful and noble.

Our eyes reflect light. Better that the lips are more like a rose petal.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.

There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.

I am a prosecutor in my bones. When I see something, I immediately go to: how is this going to affect a child?

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.

One rose is enough for the dawn

My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty.