Quotes About Rose

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

That was all Rose, and Rose knew what she was doing. Her main thing was story.

Prince, I warn you, under the rose,Time is the thief you cannot banish.These are my daughters, I suppose.But where in the world did the children vanish?

problème « objectif » et à en faire son affaire (on peut penser à l'exemple, analysé par Panofsky, du problème de la rose de la façade Ouest, légué par Suger aux architectes qui inventeront l'art gothique) que se détermine la solution spécifique, produite à partir d'un art d'inventer déjà inventé ou grâce à l'invention d'un nouvel art d'inventer.

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait declose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil, A point perdu cetter verpree, Les plis de sa robe pourpree, Et son teint au votre pareil

Anything is possible in the Bachelor world.

We are not immortal ourselves, my friend; how can we expect our enjoyments to be so? We have no rose without its thorn; no pleasure without alloy. It is the law of our existence; and we must acquiesce.

I believe that she has the kind of magic that causes revolutions and promotes great discoveries. There's nothing I enjoy more than to observe Gabriela in the midst of a group of people. Do you know what she reminds me of? A fragrant rose in a bouquet of artificial flowers.

Eu acredito que ela tem o tipo de magia que provoca revoluções e promove grandes descobertas. Não há nada que eu goste mais do que observar Gabriela no meio de um grupo de pessoas. Você sabe o que ela me lembra? Uma rosa perfumada num bouquet de flores artificiais.

The whole street took part in the serenade to Flor, Flor leaning against her high window, all ruffles and lace, drenched in moonlight. Down below Vadinho, her gallant knight, with the red rose in his hand, so red it was almost black, the rose of her love.

Words are symbols that assume a shared memory. The memory I now want to set down is mine alone; all those who share it have died. The mystics invoke a rose, a kiss, a bird that is all birds, a sun that is all the stars and the sun, a jug of wine, a garden, or the sexual act. Of these metaphors, none will serve me for that long, joyous night, which left us, tired out and happy, at the borders of dawn.

el vago rosa trémulo que se ve con los ojos cerrados

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

Para aprender el arte del olvido. Un símbolo, una rosa, te desgarra.

Life without sacrifice is like a pretty rose without smell and thorns.

Where on earth do you get a rose in Elsinore in the middle of winter?" "Don't you want it?" She took the flower from him, kissed his cheek. No bristles. No beard. A clean-shaven man with a kind and amiable face. Scheming. She didn't doubt it. But he was a diplomat by training. It was only to be expected. And if he'd lacked those skills perhaps neither of them would have managed Old Hamlet's death, the marriage, the succession so easily.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

En blomst ved min elskedes seng har jeg sat, // en rose, der rødmende stod der i nat. // Først faldt der er et blad og så to os og fler, // nu tror den vist ikke på knopskydning mer.

Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.

Beauty without virtue is a rose without fragrance.

The rose," he announced. "Loveliest and most formidable of flowers. Arms of York and Lancaster. In medieval times, a symbol of Jesus. Always, it has meant, beauty, love, peace ..." He presented the bud to Martha Macnamara. It lay resting on his long fingers until she scooped it up. She sniffed it and held it up to the light. "Symbol? What's a symbol? This is a rose." She smiled and walked on,.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

Préfères-tu, rose, être l'ardente compagne de nos transports présents? Est-ce les souvenir qui davantage te gagne lorsqu'un bonheur se reprend? Tant de fois je t'ai vue, heureuse et sèche, - chaque pétale un linceul - dans un coffret odorant, à côté d'une mèche, ou dans un livre aimé qu'on relira seul.