Browsing Topic Best Rose Quotes

There is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there is eternal spring, and light without any cloud. The tree of life groweth in the midst thereof; rivers of pleasures are there, and flowers that never fade. Myriads of happy spirits are there, and surround the throne of God with a perpetual hymn. The angels with their golden harps sing praises continually, and the cherubim fly on wings of fire! This country is Heaven.

Take time to smell the roses. Appreciating the little things in life really can make all the difference.

No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?… Or quick Effluvia darting thro’ his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder’d in his opening ears, And stunn’d him with the music of the Spheres… Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt. […] The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun’s dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.

Roses are reddishViolets are bluishIf it weren’t for ChristmasWe’d all be Jewish.

He grinned. Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego. And I’m on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a Freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.

I like BBC news, I like some London news because you can get it earlier then anywhere else. I like Charlie Rose a lot.

The things that let you down are the things that let you see how far you have rose.

For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose’s, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.

He had never seen a woman doctor before, and his whole conservative soul rose up in revolt at the idea. He could not recall any biblical injunction that the man should remain ever the doctor and the woman the nurse, and yet he felt as if a blasphemy had been committed.

It’s the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.

Republicans have become the party of red, white and blue rose colored glasses. By drowning out criticism with USA! USA!, they prevent this country from healing itself where it needs healing, and that is the opposite of Country First.

Amber Rose is NOT Charlie’s [Rose] cousin. I just want to make sure people know.

Human beings are not comparable. You can’t compare us any more than you can compare roses and oranges, or mountains and the sea. You might prefer living by the sea to living in the mountains. You certainly like some people better than you like others. Preferences are perfectly valid…they’re just your style asserting itself again. But you’d feel pretty silly saying ‘The sea is better than the mountains.’ It’s every bit as silly to go around saying ‘I’m better than Mary, but Joe is better than me.’

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

I have such a great thing I want to do with Lady Macbeth – make her one of the witches – and I have this whole thing where she’s very light and dressed in pink and dancing Gaelic dances and throwing roses, but then when her husband’s coming home, she does incantations and pulls her hair back, puts on a black leather trenchcoat. I mean, I could tear it up if somebody would give me the chance! But do you think someone would ever let me do Lady Macbeth? I doubt it. But I’m going to keep talking about it.

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men’s good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek’d and slaked the light with blood.

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

The Sappers really need no tribute from me; their reward lies in the glory of their achievement. The more science intervenes in warfare, the more will be the need for engineers in field armies; in the late war there were never enough Sappers at any time. Their special tasks involved the upkeep and repair of communications; roads, bridges, railways, canals, mine sweeping. The Sappers rose to great heights in World War II and their contribution to victory was beyond all calculations.

Rose and I have gone on the most incredible journey over the past two years

In friendship’s fragrant garden,There are flowers of every hue.Each with its own fair beautyAnd its gift of joy for you.Friendship’s GardenIf love were what the rose is,And I were like the leaf,Our lives would grow togetherIn sad or singing weather.

If, anywhere, brethren of a particular religious belief have been excluded from this Degree [18° Knight Rose Croix], it merely shows how gravely the purposes and plan of Masonry may be misunderstood. For whenever the door of any Degree is closed against him who believes in one God and the soul’s immortality, on account of the other tenets of his faith, that Degree is Masonry no longer.

Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose around you so you couldn’t hear yourself think. And then, when the roar died down, even when the fires were damped, everything was different.

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

The surest way to wake up and smell the roses every day is to go to sleep face down in the flower bed.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

An educator should think of a child as a gardener thinks of a plant, as something to be made to grow by having the right soil and the right amount of water. If your roses fail to bloom, it does not occur to you to whip them, but you try to find out what has been amiss in your treatment of them. … The important thing is what the children do, and not what they do not do. And what they do, if it is to have value, must be a spontaneous expression of their own vital energy.

If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be roses all the way.

I am thankful that thorns have roses.