Rose Quotes - Page 8

When you are passionate about life, it keeps you young. Sometimes I wake up at 4:00 am just to see how my roses look.

It would have been convenient to be gay. Just because of the grooming, the narcissism, stuff like that. But I have this kind of roaring heterosexuality. Traditional, uncomplicated heterosexuality, an almost cliched Robin Askwith thing.

A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.

The question of common sense is always: 'what is it good for?' - a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.

I'm a big believer in personal responsibility. My life wasn't always peaches and roses. Where I am today is through a belief in hard work and never saying no.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

I’d much rather have good teeth than have diamonds and roses drop out of my mouth whenever I said something

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

I assume everything I do in life is gonna be a failure, and then if it turns up roses, then I'm psyched.

The most beautiful prose paragraph yet written by any American.

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.

T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.

I don't believe in reincarnation because there's an expert on this question, and he's Jesus of Nazareth. He's the only person in history who died, rose from the dead, and spoke authoritatively on this question. And Jesus says reincarnation doesn't happen. He says that there's only one death and after that comes the judgment.

Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.

Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.