Rose Quotes - Page 18

A gratitude-heart Is to discover on earth A Heaven-delivered rose

How I would love to be transported into a scented Elizabethan garden with herbs and honeysuckles, a knot garden and roses clambering over a simple arbor.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?

Only the other day I was inquiring of an entire bed of old-fashioned roses, forced to listen to my ramblings on the meaning of the universe as I sat cross-legged in the lotus position in front of them.

The only book I ever read cover to cover was The Pete Rose Story. I read half of The Lou Gehrig Story and then made a book report on it for four straight years.

Rose goblins are built like porcupines - if you rub them the right way, you don't have to worry about the spines. They're sort of like people in that regard, too.​

You don't blast a heart open," she said. "You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose.

Prose is prose because of what it includes; poetry is poetry because of what it leaves out.

I can't be a rose in any man's lapel.

Rocket ships are exciting but so are roses on a birthday.

O, the red rose may be fair, And the lily statelier; But my shamrock, one in three Takes the very heart of me!

The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.

The only thing that prisons demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.

They miss Rachel and Lillian Rose every minute of every day. It doesn't bring them any comfort to see him standing there and know that their daughter and granddaughter are gone.

Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.

There's a black rose growing in your garden.

Aspirin is so good for roses, brandy for sweet peas, and a squeeze of lemon-juice for the fleshy flowers, like begonias.

Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Without courage, all other virtues are useless.

Justin Bieber stole my haircut. And Axl Rose stole my dance!

My medium is prose, not the novel.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.