Quotes About Rose

Quale sarebbe questo medicamento prodigioso con cui contate di salvare il vostro selvaggio? lui amava rispondere - Le mie rose

A single white roes goes with everything, doesn´t it, and it symbolizes purity.

The saints believe what every lover knows Who, gazing on one face, can plainly see The glory latent in the flesh, a rose. If love is what leads lovers to compose Their songs of praise and deeds of charity, Then saints believe what every lover knows.

I would work my way toward the Rose from before, who laughed often, who felt things so deeply, who could move through the world brimming with feeling and emotion.

Why is it no one ever sent me yetOne perfect limousine, do you suppose?Ah no, it's always just my luck to getOne perfect rose.

No self-respecting cat wants to have its subtle personal odor masked by overtones of lavender or rose petals.

land." "There was some . . . strangeness . . . about the way the Rose

No. Not really red, but the color of a rose when it bleeds.

She's like snow in Russian, said Anna. Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]....

At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

Debio contemplar un cielo desconocido entre amedrentadoras horas, y debio estremecerse al darse cuenta de lo grotesca que es un rosa,Y de cuan cruda era la luz del sol sobre la hierba recien nacida

Rose! Get out of the way!" It was the Doctor. But for a moment she couldn't recognize him. It wasn't just because he was carrying a huge gun, and was aiming it directly at her. It was the cold determination on his face. She could have taken the anger, she would have been all right with that. But not the coldness. "No," she said. And a flutter of something else that was new across the Doctor's face. Surprise? No, more - shock. "I'm not going to let you do this," she said.

Please could I say one word? was the question three times repeated before a rough head bobbed out from the grotto of books in which Mac usually sat. Did anyone speak? he asked, blinking in the flood of sunshine that entered with Rose.

Captain Jack: Rose, you are worth fighting for. [Jack kisses Rose passionately] Captain Jack: Wish I'd never met you, Doctor, I was much better off as a coward. [Jack kisses the Doctor the same way]

Rose Tyler: Can't you come through properly? The Doctor: Then the whole thing would fracture. The two universes would collapse. Rose Tyler: So?

Rose:i love you Doctor:Quite right, and i guess if it's my last chance to say it... Rose Tyler... (the doctor fades, him in his TARDIS, with tear tracks and a tear running down his cheek)

Daleks: [simultaneously] Exterminate! Exterminate! [They fire their weapons, none of which so much as touch the Doctor] The Doctor: Is that it? Useless! Nul points! [to Rose and Jack] It's all right, you can come out; that forcefield can hold back anything! Jack Harkness: Almost anything. [pause] The Doctor: Yes, but I wasn't going to tell them that. Thanks.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

As usual, the oldest women were the most decorated, and the ugliest the most conspicuous. If there was a beautiful lily, or a sweet rose, you had to search for it, concealed in some corner behind a mother with a turban, or an aunt with a bird of paradise.

On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of ROMANCE OF THE ROSE was born

On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it.

rien ne fait paraître l'avenir couleur de rose comme de le regarder à travers un verre de chambertin.

what was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.

She has an eye for tragedy and sorrow. Show her a rose and she'll see only the wasp in the center of the bloom.