Rose Quotes - Page 9

Lesbian existence comprises both the breaking of a taboo and the rejection of a compulsory way of life. It is also a direct or indirect attack on the male right of access to women.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

What a stupendous, what an incomprehensible machine is man! Who can endure toil, famine, stripes, imprisonment & death itself in vindication of his own liberty, and the next moment ... inflict on his fellow men a bondage, one hour of which is fraught with more misery than ages of that which he rose in rebellion to oppose.

Gardens can be sharp and spiky as well as rose-embowered and honeysuckle-twined: there are corners and settings where thistles are not such an asinine taste after all.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

Friendship is like a rose. . . opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds. . . day by day it reveals its true beauty.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that.

A lot of young painters love to incorporate celebrity. One idea of being a painter is to use what's happening at the time. Velázquez was painting of his time. And so was Rembrandt. And Francis Bacon was painting his time in London. He was a real mover, but he saw the insect in the rose. But yes, when I do a painting, I want to take the "I did this" out of it. That's why I started using chance, like the markings on the wood. I never wanted to compose.

We have a saying in Guns N Roses: When somebodys gonna get yelled at, theyre gonna get the corn.

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

I happen to be a pessimist, and maybe that's a good thing because I don't stop to smell the roses - which is not a good personal thing. I don't stop and enjoy those moments. Always on to the next and never in the moment.

A story must be told in such a way that it constitutes help in itself. My grandfather was lame. Once they asked him to tell a story about his teacher. And he related how the holy Baal Shem used to hop and dance while he prayed. My grandfather rose as he spoke, and he was so swept away by his story that he himself began to hop and dance to show how the master had done. From that hour he was cured of his lameness. That's how to tell a story.

I earned my first steady paycheck watering rose bushes at a nursery for a dollar an hour.

Forgiveness is the scent that the rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses. If you are generous, you will gain everything.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

When we share - that is poetry in the prose of life.

Rocky Marciano stood out in boxing like a rose in a garbage dump.

When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.