Rose Quotes - Page 21

Cliches and adjectives permeated my prose.

Rose of the desert! thou art to me An emblem of stainless purity,-- Of those who, keeping their garments white, Walk on through life with steps aright.

Writers quite often starve. And I'm mainly just writing critical prose and poetry, that's a formula for starvation.

...as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else." -Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans

My prose is turgid, it just hasn't got any energy

I like my men like I like my roses . . . by the dozen.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

Let us try to see things from their better side: You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods That thorns have roses.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

My company is called Ciné-Tamaris, which is rosemary. That's my speed. Hot water and herb.

I started growing roses. I enjoyed the craft of it and that they're difficult to look after; they can provide joy.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

I'm hooked on Polanski's films, his psychological thrillers. I love 'Rosemary's Baby,' I love 'Repulsion.'

The borderline between prose and poetry is one of those fog-shrouded literary minefields where the wary explorer gets blown to bits before ever seeing anything clearly. It is full of barbed wire and the stumps of dead opinions.

Audiences know what to expect, and that is all that they are prepared to believe in.

Love and a red rose can't be hid.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with nostalgia for my youth.

Poetry is its own medium; it's very different than writing prose. Poetry can talk in an imagistic sense; it has particular ways of catching an environment.

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall

Rose: 'If you are an alien, how come you sound like you're from the north?' Doctor: 'Lots of planets have a north!

Up until the War of the Roses there had been continual conflict in England.