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Quotes About Rose

But who can quantify the algebra of space, or weigh those worlds that swim each in its place? Who can outdo the dark? And what computer knows how beauty comes to birth - shell star and rose? -Technicians by Jean Kenward
~ John Foster
Beyond a mortal man impassion'd farAt these voluptuous accents, he arose,Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing starSeen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose;Into her dream he melted, as the rose,Blendeth its odour with the violet,—Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blowsLike Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleetAgainst the window-panes; St. Agnes' moon hath set.
~ John Keats
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
~ John Keats
Schramsberg sparkling rosé
~ Elin Hilderbrand
The devils bowed to one another, one cruel-eyed and smoking, rose petals sizzling under his footsteps, the other white and fair and wearing a crown of dancing shadows on his brow.
~ Elizabeth Bear
I named my kitten Rose — fur soft as a petal, claws sharper than thorns.
~ Astrid Alauda
Your pack is immoral," I said boldly. To my surprise, he didn't disagree with me. Instead, he shook his head sadly.
~ Aubrey Rose
When I was in fifth grade, a boy put a rose on my desk and I threw it away. The attention makes me nervous.
~ Claire Coffee
And all of this from what source? A wayside farm in the Polesine. It illustrates the adage that the deeper the dung, the richer the rose. Who remembers the dung when the rose has blossomed?
~ Samuel Shellabarger
The bride hath paced into the hall,Red as a rose is she.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Goatherd a rose longing sweat
~ Sappho
THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS" You may talk about your Dearest May, And sing of Rosa Lee, But the Yellow Rose of Texas Beats the belles of Tennessee. TRADITIONAL
~ Sarah Bird
Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.
~ James Joyce
The difference between a friendship and a romance is illustrated in the image of a long-stemmed rose.  The stem is the friendship, the blossom is the romance.  Because the ego is sensation-oriented, our focus automatically goes to the blossom, but all the nourishment which the blossom needs in order to live reaches it through the stem.  The stem might look boring in comparison, but if you take the blossom off the stem, it will not last for long.
~ Marianne Williamson
We're not dealing with Isaac Newton here. She likes what she calls 'romance.' To her that means candles, rose petals, and a bathtub. I don't understand what this thing is that women have about candles. All I can say is that there must've been a hell of a lot of sex in the eighteenth century.
~ Mark Helprin
And if the feed costs rose, the suppliers would have to eat the losses.
~ Anthony Robbins
Her smile, when she condescended to smile, was very sweet,—lighting up her whole face and flattering for the moment the person on whom it shone. It was as though a rose in emitting its perfume could confine itself to the nostrils of its one favoured friend. And
~ Anthony Trollope
Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it.
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo
~ Sherrilyn Kenyon
While I kept playing chess with him, his mind was elsewhere. I took his queen and he took my Rose.
~ Sholem Aleichem
On the walk, like shredded lovely flesh, were the petals of the last gallant rose.
~ Sinclair Lewis
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
~ Sir Walter Scott
Love is the fragrance of a rose we call humankind.
~ Anthony P. Mauro, Sr.
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.
~ ELSA BARKER