Rose Quotes - Page 7

Jesus didn't just die to forgive you, He rose to live through you.

There is no rose without thorns.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

Our lives are a mosaic of little things, like putting a rose in a vase on the table.

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

All nature works, and then rests; works and rests. I caught its rhythm and worked and rested with it. When I felt that inertia stealing over me, I rested; and while resting my power recuperated - the tide rose in me.

Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.

Whenever I have a problem, I ask the Saint (Thérèse of Lisieux) not to solve it, but to take it into her hands and to help me accept it and I almost always receive a white rose as a sign.

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small portion of the whole. Nevertheless, a handful is enough to experience the nature of the flowers. Only if we refuse to reach into the bush, because we can't possibly seize all the flowers at once, or if we spread out our handful of roses as if it were the whole of the bush itself -- only then does it bloom apart from us, unknown to us, and we are left alone.

Don't be sad that roses have thorns. Be glad that thorns have Roses. Today's the day I worried about yesterday and it didn't happen.

Faith is not our saviour. It was not faith that was born at Bethlehem and died on Golgotha for us. It was not faith that loved us, and gave itself for us; that bore our sins in its own body on the tree; that died and rose again for our sins. Faith is one thing, the Saviour is another. Faith is one thing, and the cross is another. Let us not confound them, nor ascribe to a poor, imperfect act of man, that which belongs exclusively to the Son of the Living God.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush.

What the homosexual wants, and here he is neither willing to compromise nor morally required to compromise — is acceptance of homosexuality as a way of life fully on a par with heterosexuality.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

Roses are red, violets are blue, so are my balls thanks to you.

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone. When I'm alone I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Life isn't all diamonds and rose... but it should be.

Don't let the fear of the thorn keep you from the rose.

The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet; the second, an imbecile.

The mind of a poet often performs miracles-a few coarse-grained words, apprehended become bullets and roses.

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.