Quotes About Roses

I said: "He cannot be so bad if he loves roses so much." "But he is a Beast," said Father helplessly. I saw that he was weakening, and wishing only to comfort him I said, "Cannot a Beast be tamed?"

I gazed at Albertine's cheeks as she spoke, and wondered what might be the perfume, the taste of them: that day they were not cool but glowed with a uniform pink, violet-tinted, creamy, like certain roses that have a waxy gloss. I felt a passionate longing for them such as one feels sometimes for a particular flower.

Las rosas son rojas, La violetas azul turquesa, Ven pronto a casa, Lo conseguiremos, princesa.

I fell into seed and nursery catalogs, discovering a new addiction I have never recovered from. Indeed, I feel quite virtuous when, reading a catalog with 150 old-fashioned and species roses in it, I order only fourteen.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

On a day you least expect a dozen roses will you get. But a dozen roses they will not be; for there will only be eleven. For you are the twelth rose sent from heaven.

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.

Strew on her roses, roses,And never a spray of yew!In quiet she reposes;Ah, would that I did too!

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

Mom and Dad were married 64 years. And if you wondered what their secret was, you could have asked the local florist - because every day Dad gave Mom a rose, which he put on her bedside table. That's how she found out what happened on the day my father died - she went looking for him because that morning, there was no rose.

Depriving someone of their freedom is the most despicable act imaginable. Anyone guilty of it should be BURIED so they can rot and be reincarnated as roses.

Deeds are like diamonds, sins are like filth & forgiveness is a blessing that's why we see roses grow beautiful from dirt.

Do you have infrared vision?" Interest glittered on his face. Venom smiled, the curious reaction a far preferable one to quivering fear or horror. "You'll have to court me with roses and diamonds before asking such intimate questions." Vivek snorted. "It's just like working for the Guild--place is full of smartasses.

My rosebush shouts beauty to the world.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

She said, once, shortly before she died, that roses smelled like happiness. Whenever she smelled a rose, she thought of the day we met.

When a man gives you a rose what you see may not be what he intends. You may think he sees you as delicate or frail. Perhaps you dislike a suitor who considers you all sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorned, and you assume he thinks you likely to hurt a hand too quick to touch. But if he trims the thorns you might think he has no liking for a thing that can defend itself with sharpness.

We are guided by roses, the scent of a page.