Quotes About Rosebud

I love Italian food; you can't go wrong with Rosebud, and of course, I like Lou Malnati's pizza.

Without silence, there cannot be any real appreciation in life, which is as delicate in its inner fabric as a closed rosebud.

Her coral liptint was faintly luminous; when she pressed her lips together, they made a glowing rosebud in her face.

Her smile was provoking. Where had she learned to smile like that? The woman who arrived at his castle wouldn't smile like that. She'd been a furled rosebud, fragrant with potential. This Sidonie was a full-blown flower, sweet-scented and luscious.

These, and many of the other best-known legends of the Rosebud, are false…the ghost stories of people who have seen too many horror movies and who think they know exactly how a ghost story should be.

Director Steven Spielberg bought the only remaining Rosebud sled from Citizen Kane (1941) for $55,000 at auction at Sotheby's. He called the sled 'a symbolic emblem of quality in the film business'.

What are you doing?" Seth asked. He had only one chocolate rosebud left. She would need to hide her chocolates someplace more secure than the nightstand drawer. She held up a final page. The light revealed nothing. "Practicing for my audition at the insane asylum." "I bet you'll win first prize," he teased. "Unless they see your face," she retorted.

The difference between man and God is significant - but it is one of degree, not kind. It is the difference between an acorn and an oak tree, a rosebud and a rose, a son and a father. . . Every man is a potential god in embryo.

The first rule of film club is you don't talk about Rosebud.

The waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect.

The fact that there is a unity in everything demonstrates that they are the works and artefacts of a single being. The universe is like a rosebud swathed in a thousand veils of unity. Or it is a single macroanthropos dressed in unities to the number of Divine Names and universal Divine works.

AS THEY WERE ROLLING out of the Southers' driveway, the couple watching them go, Wood said, "You honest to God collect poetry? I didn't know you were a delicate little rosebud." "I'm pretty delicate," Lucas admitted. "You know, when I'm not beating somebody senseless.

His heart was a rose and in his skull another rose bloomed. The room was full of grace. A sweet, clean grace, not washed clean, but clean as the innersides of the inner petals of a newly forced rosebud.