Quotes About Roses

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

I learn more about God From weeds than from roses; Resilience springing Through the smallest chink of hope In the absolute of concrete....

Sweetheart, come see if the roseWhich at morning began to uncloseIts damask gown to the sunHas not lost, now the day is done,The folds of its damasked gownAnd its colors so like your own.

By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

I stepped out to the lawn. I remember the air that night, and how it was so brisk that it could revive the dead. The fragrance of eucalyptus stoking a home fire, the smell of wet grass, of dung fuel, of tobacco, of swamp air, and the perfume of hundreds of roses--this was the scent of Missing. No, it was the scent of a continent.

Prime?te-acum de ziua tristei s?rb?tori potirul meu cu lacrimi,bra?ul meu de flori, s? fii în moarte,vie-numai trandafiri...

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.

Tout ce qui nous émeut, tu le partages. Mais ce qui t'arrive, nous l'ignorons. Il faudrait être cent papillons pour lire toutes tes pages. Il y en a d'entre vous qui sont comme des dictionnaires; ceux qui les cueillent ont envie de faire relier toutes ces feuilles. Moi, j'aime les roses épistolaires.

Man is timid and apologetic. He is no longer upright. He dares not say "I think", "I am" but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are, they exist with God to-day.

The old men are as red as roses, and still handsome. A clear skin, a peach-bloom complexion, and good teeth are found all over the island.

Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.

"I haven't much time to be fond of anything," says Sergeant Cuff. "But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times… the roses get it."

Ako ne možeš da deluješ u pogibeljnoj sprezi tih protivure?nih sila, moralnih i pesni?kih, povuci se. Zalivaj kupus u svome vrtu, a ruže gaji samo na groblju. Jer ruže su pogubne po dušu.

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

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

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, What need to care With roses budding everywhere? I did not answer them.

A truth is not something that is constructed in a garden of roses.

like the roses and begonias they seemed to take and hold the richly filtered evening light.

I should be in an old people's home now, counting the roses in the wallpaper. It's a good life, isn't it?

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.

You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.