Quotes About Thorn

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Ho colto una rosa bianca per il mio amore; Ho colto una rosa rossa nel vento. L'amore nel mio cuore tenta di dimostrare Ciò che il tuo cuore sa già, lo sento. Ho punto su una spina il dito, Ho punto un dito con il sangue. Rosso è mio cuore, ferito e tradito Del tuo cuore ha bisogno, esangue. Sulla lingua il dito ho tenuto Il dito ho tenuto e aspettato Il mio cuore nel dolore caduto Dal tuo amore d'essere salvato.»

The Thorn of Istra , her mind supplied. That's the Thorn of Istra. Lots. He's killed lots and lots and lots.

Aidan pulled against his bonds. "They keep talking to him in a whole bunch of languages. A lot of French. Something about the Thorn of Istra. I think he's in trouble." "Are you?" Tana asked. "Not exactly," said Gavriel.

The nightingale which cannot bear the thorn, it is best that it should never speak of the rose.

All'usignolo che non sappia tollerare la spina è meglio non parlare mai della rosa.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose - easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive, My life most gladly give - I might have had to live, Another morn!

The old man was cranky, bitter bastard, but it's the thorn in your side that leaves the biggest hole.

Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.

Have you ever seen a donkey smelling a beautiful rose? Donkeys aren't interested in roses, they like thorn bushes or watermelon rinds!

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.

For the people of Israel will no longer face a pricking brier or a painful thorn from all around them who treat them with contempt. Then they will know that I am the Lord GOD.í

or because of these surpassingly great revelations. So to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.