Quotes About Rose

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

love thou the rose: yet leave it on its stem

Make a wish," said Indigo. Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?" "That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones." "Does it matter how fast they move?" "I don't think so." "Can you wish on airplanes, too?" "Oh, yes.

Please do not close the window, Indy, fresh air kills germs.' 'Hypothermia,' said Indigo, not obeying, 'kills people. And anyway, Rose's lips are going blue.

It is not long before we come to the royal rose garden. The guards stop at the gate, letting us go on alone. As we make our way down a path of shimmering quartz steps, everything is hushed. The wind carries floral scents through the air, a wild perfume that doesn't exist outside of Faerie and reminds me all at once of home and menace.

When the king returns, rose petals will scatter across his path, and his footfalls will bring an end to wrath.

More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose against a background of many shades of turquoise and azure.

Rose is a very versatile athlete, she works her striking well.

True friendship is like a rose. We can't realize it's beauty until it fades.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .

The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.

Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

Lyra bent over the open vessel and found the concentrated fragrance of every rose that had ever bloomed: a sweetness and power so profound that it moved beyond sweetness altogether and out of the other side of its own complexity into a realm of clear and simple purity and beauty. It was the smell of sunlight itself.

Kafka, of course, would be in a unique position to appreciate the irony of submitting his short stories to this kind of high-efficiency critical machine, the literary equivalent of tearing the petals off and grinding them up and running the goo through a spectrometer to explain why a rose smells so pretty.

They heard Rose Pastor Stokes quote Marx: "Workers, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains—and you have the world to gain.

Get the moon to phase with you. The tide to lap at your door. Call it Rose or Aunty, but never what it is.

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.

Mother looked really wolfbait in rose.

I love this part of you, like the sweet heart of a rose. Merry, honey-love... dinna ask me to spend the rest of my life never knowing the taste of you.

After one last luxurious inhalation of her scent, Devon released her slowly, knowing that for the rest of his life, a single breath of a rose would bring him back to this moment.