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Quotes About Thorns

Every man has his thorns, not of him, but in him, deep as bones.
~ Mark Lawrence
If you find yourself filled with anxiety, recall the many thorns that Jesus endured, and you will—and with greater calm—bear whatever annoyances may come from others, even serious headaches, and what is usually the most troublesome, the sharp thorns of calumny and slander.
~ Thomas a Kempis
Since Eden's freshness and man's fall, no rose has been original.
~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed of ancient, fabulous forests where there were more birds than tigers and more fruit than thorns, and where, in some dappled depth, man's mind had been born...
~ Vladimir Nabokov
The journey to marifat (becoming the mirror of Allah) may be long or it may occur at your next breath, but in the meanwhile, we must encounter duality. Duality is as 'Divine' as non-duality. The light and the dark must be regarded as sacred, so we do not fall into faulting Allah for the thorns on the rosebush.
~ Laurence Galian
Do not knock on the door of advantage and benefit, for the Sufi focuses on the scent of the Singular Rose and the Sufi realizes that rose petals and thorns are both expressions of his or her Beloved.
~ Laurence Galian
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day
~ Charles Dickens
Soldiers in the war of poetry Bleed silky rose petals and glittering thorns And leave behind beautiful inked destruction— Embattled souls wounded, and healed.
~ Terri Guillemets
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
~ Spanish proverb
The gardener who loves roses is slave to a thousand thorns.
~ Turkish proverb
Love sees roses without thorns.
~ German proverb
Os ataco con espinas y respondéis con plomo. ¿No es ése el centro del problema?
~ Greg Rucka
No roses without thorns.
~ James Joyce
People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.
~ Nenia Campbell, Fearscape
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
~ Thomas Moore
All things on earth have their price, and for truth we pay the dearest. We barter it for love and sympathy. The road to honour is paved with thorns; but on the path to truth, at every step you set your foot down on your heart.
~ Olive Schreiner
Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.
~ Daisaku Ikeda
Satire is merely pointing out that roses have thorns — and that we can't avoid pricks.
~ Terri Guillemets
And this, oh Africa! latest called of nations,—called to the crown of thorns, the scourge, the bloody sweat, the cross of agony,—this is to be thy victory; by this shalt thou reign with Christ when his kingdom shall come on earth.
~ Harriet Beecher Stowe
And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.
~ Jane Austen
All around the castle, a briary hedge began to grow, with thorns as sharp as barbs.
~ Jane Yolen
They take their punishment so well, so cheerfully: I go out with an adder in my heart, and an asp in my tongue, and every night I sow thorns in the garden of my soul.
~ Oscar Wilde
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
~ Pablo Neruda