Rose Quotes - Page 3

He who wants a rose must respect her thorn.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It's focused attention.

Or perhaps you notice a congregation of ladybugs on a rose stalk. Don't invoke the old nursery saying and ask them to fly away home. Their house is not on fire. Your roses are, with aphids, which the ladybugs are feeding on - and you can bless yourself that they have come to your rescue.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

With me it is exceptionally true that the Presidency is no bed of roses.

I am thankful that thorns have roses.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose, But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

it wasn't by accident that the Gettysburg address was so short.

The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.

Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.

You see something you like?

I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?

In the centre of a spacious table rose a pastry as large as a church, flanked on the north by a quarter of cold veal, on the south by an enormous ham, on the east by a monumental pile of butter, and on the west by an enormous dish of artichokes, with a hot sauce.

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

I'm not going to wear rose-colored glasses when it comes to Russia, or Mr. Putin.

A grand jury hears only one side - that of the prosecutor