Rose Quotes - Page 33

I love 'The War Of The Roses,' especially as my husband is in it! I've often said to him it would be great to remake that with me and him in it, because then we could really get down to some serious business.

We offer love to our customers. And in return, we receive the finest smiles. And even if we cannot return their affection, at least we can offer a rose.

I know Mama Rose is a great role and I love having a chance to do it.

In college, I was an editor on the student daily... To the extent that I noticed the existence of crew at all, I saw only what appeared to be big-boned acolytes who rose at dawn.

The absence of any consideration of lesbian consciousness or the consciousness of third world women leaves a serious gap within this conference. . . .

I agreed to take part in a New York University Institute for Humanities conference a year ago. . . .

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

I have to say from the outset that not all prose can be transferred to the screen.

Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.

It would be a miracle, for example, if I dropped a stone and it rose upwards. But is it no miracle that it falls to the ground?

Oh, this is the joy of the rose; That it blows, And goes.

Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.

Prose writers are interested mostly in life and commas.

A rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose. All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like woman too.

I will send a shower of roses.

The indignity of it!- With everything blooming above me, Lilies, pale-pink cyclamen, roses, Whole fields lovely and inviolate,- Me down in the fetor of weeds, Crawling on all fours, Alive, in a slippery grave.

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

This is rather different from the receptions I used to get fifty years ago. They threw things at me then but they were not roses.

I ran into Axl [Rose] at a club some year ago and told him he's crazy, we all miss them, and he needs to get the band back together.

The real shame about the ending of the Guns N' Roses when I got kicked out wasn't just that I got kicked out, but Slash and Axl stopped working together

I can go completely berserk with the makeup, depending on the event. I'm currently in this very mod stage. I wear false lashes and color on my eyelids. I'm really liking shiny eyelids in copper, rose, gold, or silver.