Quotes About Roses

There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain and the ones that left a trace of lemon on your fingers, the ones that were the color of blood, and those that were as white as clouds. Each one was sweeter than the next and as red as gemstones.

A visitor to campus can find sweet, aromatic Properity, as well as Climbing Ophelia and those delicious Egyptian Roses, which give off the scent of cloves on rainy days, ensuring that a gardener's hands will smell sweet for hours after pruning the canes.

When they got back in the Corvette, Gretel fished around in her shopping bad. What is this? She had chosen a black tank suit, but somehow a pink bikini had wound up among her purchases. Don't be mad, Margot pleaded. I'm not wearing this. Gretel tossed the bikini back in the bag. All the same, she couldn't help but notice the fabric was the same exact shade as the palest climbing roses. The tint of seashells on a deserted beach, or the mouth of someone you might want to kiss.

Tudor historians were fond of reminding their readers of the horrors of the Wars of the Roses, recounting how the realm had been plunged into the vicious civil war over a disputed crown that lasted more than thirty years.

Stacked up after the plague came through, spread out after a battle?' 'Aye, I've seen that.' 'Did you notice some of those corpses had a kind of glow about them? A sweet smell like roses on a spring morning?' Shivers frowned. 'No.' 'The good men and the bad, then – all looked about the same, did they? They always did to me, I can tell you that.

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.

THIS NEW SWING looks strong. The knots are tied carefully. Inside the tire is an envelope. Gat's handwriting: For Cady. I open the envelope. More than a dozen dried beach roses spill out.

For men roses are friends, and for women roses are beauty.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most

Es muy probable que le gusten las flores y los animales domésticos. Podría enviarle una rosa y dos docenas de dobermans.

She comes downstairs and is surprised to be handed a curious-looking bouquet. Only on closer inspection does it become apparent that this is, in fact, a bunch made up of candied flowers---pale orange blossoms, bright blue florets of borage, even tender young rosebuds, all encased in hard, clear shells of sugar, like tiny caramel apples.

From somewhere comes the sound of fire: the sound of dried roses being crumbled in a fist.

I de-stress with my family, just at home pruning roses, cutting, working in the garden.

It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together.

And the roses—the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades—they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.

She was all in pink, and a wreath of little pink wild roses lay close about her head, making her, with her tall young slimness, look like a Botticelli nymph.

to speak to her. He was interested in his roses (which, she heard afterward, were to be sent to town to an invalid friend)

Don't plant any Peace roses," a friend and connoisseur of roses advised. "They're such a cliché." But not only are they dazzling, the vanilla cream, peach, and rosy blush colors repeat the colors of the house.

The money I pay for my cultural experiences came willingly from my own pocket - they were not the result of bread being removed from the mouths of the poor so that Miss Thing here could mince off to the circus smelling of roses.

I love to prune my roses. That's the one thing I really feel I do pretty well. Other things I usually, because I travel so much, leave to my gardeners who know what I love. But I do love to prune them, because you forget everything else. It's like if you're a painter, you can forget everything else while you're doing it.

He has referred to the Bishop as a Faun crowned with roses," Lady Anne said severely. "I heart it was a Satyr.

Summer meant the garden. It meant roses, hollyhocks, larkspur, geraniums. It meant birds. It meant long days and starry nights.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday, sweet and beloved, between its leaves.

Woman, if you leave me smelling like roses . . . I'll see you regret it," he warned.