Quotes About Roses

Quiso el poeta recordar a solas, las ondas bien amadas, la luz de los cabellos que él llamaba en sus rimas rubias olas. Leyó... la letra mata: no se acordaba de ellos... Y un día -como tantos-, al aspirar un día aromas de una rosa que en el rosal se abría, brotó como una llama la luz de los cabellos que él en sus madrigales llamaba rubias olas, brotó, porque un aroma igual tuvieron ellos... Y se alejó en silencio para llorar a solas.

The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

You are debauched and shameless. You have spoken roses of me. And a dirty lickspittle. You crown me with lilies. And a parricide. You don't know that you are sprinkling me with gold. Certainly not so formerly, but with lead. But now this is an ornament to me.

Nadat de afwas is gedaan, haalt ze een bosje rozen uit haar boodschappentas. Ze snijdt de rozen af en spoelt de vaas om. Het is geen antidepressivum, een bosje rozen, maar het is iets. Het begin van een beetje kleur in zijn leven brengen.

I love the little garden in the back of my family's brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for me, although by the time August rolls around and my roses have black spot, I need the break winter provides.

And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

We treat the crime capital of the United States as if it was a second Disneyland, smelling like roses, a great place to take the family or hold a convention.

She was there in the middle of the lake, surrounded by the awestruck swans, a nymph, a real nymph, submerging her skin like roses in the crystalline waters. Her hips like a flower shrouded by foam seemed to turn golden, bathed by the light coming through the leaves. Oh! I saw lilies, roses, snow, gold…

All that happens is as habitual and familiar as roses in spring and fruit in the summer. True too of disease, death, defamation, and conspiracy—and all that delights or gives pain to fools.

I will suffocate, drugged by elixir of roses.

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

Life is short, and time is swift; Roses fade, and shadows shift.

Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow, And tomatoes in a row.

The rose I gave you was an emblem of my heart,' said she; 'would you take it away and leave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked it?' 'Have I not said enough?

The hedge beside him was full of orange hips where the wild roses had been, and darker red clusters of berries from the hawthorns, which had been covered with white blossoms, like snowdrifts in the spring. The perfume was almost too heavy. He

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses

So I go into our dressing room and here's this huge bouquet of roses with a card in it. So I open up the card and it reads 'The best of my love, dot dot dot. Tonight, question mark, Don.

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

Molto ho scordato, Camilla, sulle ali del vento, E ho gettato rose, rose in tumulto tra la folla Danzando per scacciare dalla mente i tuoi pallidi gigli perduti, Ma ero svuotato e triste per l'antica passione, Sì, di continuo, perché la danza era lunga; Ti sono stato fedele, Camilla, a modo mio Arturo Bandini

RememberWhen we last gathered roses in the garden,I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.

Who works 'mongst roses soon will find Their fragrance budding in his mind.

Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.