100 Quotes About Rose

Stop fighting me! " he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“ Let go of me! ” I yelled back. But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again. See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one." That’s what I was supposed to say.” he gasped out. Those were his last words. Richelle Mead

She was right about something else too, " Dimitri said after a long pause. My back was to him, but there was a strange quality to his voice that made me turn around." What's that?" I asked." That I do still love you." With that one sentence, everything in the universe changed. Richelle Mead

I should go, " I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for..talking." I started to turn; then I heard him say abruptly, "No."I glanced back. "What?"He held my gaze, and something warm and wonderful and powerful shot between us." No, " he repeated. "I told her no."" I.." I shut my mouth before my jaw hit the floor. "But..why? That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You could have had a baby. And she..she was, you know, into you.." The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. "Yes, she was. Is. And that's why I had to say no. I couldn't return that..couldn't give her what she wanted. Not when.." He took a few steps toward me. "Not when my heart is somewhere else. Richelle Mead

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. Richelle Mead

Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of character. Even when not out battling the undead, Dimitri had always been there to help those who needed it. Almost everyone could recall sometime that Dimitri had stepped up to help others, going out of his way to do what was right, even in situations that could put him at risk. That was no surprise to me. Dimitri always did the right thing. And it was that attitude that had made me love him so much. I had a similar nature. I too rushed in when others needed me, sometimes when I shouldn't have. Others called me crazy for it, but Dimitri had understood. He'd always understood me, and part of what we'd worked on was how to temper that impulsive need to run into danger with reason and calculation. I had a feeling no one else in this world would ever understand me like he did. Richelle Mead

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor. Christopher Moore

I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass. Richelle Mead

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one. Richelle Mead

When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me." Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka."I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before."" Not Russian vodka." Apparently not. Richelle Mead

When we were almost to the other campus, I felt the weird nausea hit me. I called a warning to Christian, just as a Strigoi grabbed him. But Christian was fast. Flames wreathed the Strigoi's head. He screamed and released Christian, trying frantically to put the flames out. The Strigoi never saw me coming with the stake. The whole thing took under a minute. Christian and I exchanged looks. Yeah. We were badasses. . Richelle Mead

Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna..only this time the message was a little harder. "Stick, " I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. Where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, "Why are you talking like that?" "Oh for God's sake, " I exclaimed. "Where is the vault?" "Vault?" "A place they keep weapons?" He continued staring. "Oh, " he said. "That." Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding. . Richelle Mead

There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you? But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment. No wind whatsoever brought you now. Now you’re here. What you were isn’t you, or else the whole rose would be here. Alberto Caeiro

He who wants a rose must respect her thorn. Unknown

ROSE DAY POEM:Rose. if it is.for the one whom you miss.and you want to say a lot.till now that you have not! - Then just go and dare to say.for that moment is today.beyond the earth and sky above. Give it to the one whom you love! ! - And sing your heart out.to the universe aloud.- O girl, O girl, O. O. girl. you be mine. You are more than this rose to me. You be my. Valentine.Just be mine. O O. Valentine! ! ! . Vikrmn

A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away. Richelle Mead

She handed him a glass of water and two Aleve gelcaps. “They’re anti-inflammatories. They will dull the pain a little bit and keep down swelling and redness. Swallow the pills, don’t chew.”“ Well, I thought I’d stick them into my nose and impersonate a walrus, but if you insist, I’ll swallow them. Ilona Andrews

Your... Your aura. It's... amazing. It's shining. I mean, it always shines, but today... Well I've never seen anything like it. I didn't expect that after everything that happened.' I shifted around uncomfortably. If I lit up around Dimitri normally, what on earth happened to my aura post-sex? Richelle Mead

The more I try to understand one very peculiar aspect of women, it seems clear to me that apart from the beauty or the sensuous state that women command over men, there is an interiority, lesser known to the masses which is more of agony and pain - a resultant effort of the continuous mood swings and the frequent natural cycles that buoy them, it is in this state that women function and calibrate on this basis in selecting their soul mate and not the usual histrionics that men take effort in pleasing them! . Ramana Pemmaraju

The more I try to understand one very peculiar aspect of women, it seems clear to me that apart from the beauty or the sensuous state that women command over men, there is an inferiority, lesser known to the masses which is more of agony and pain - a resultant effort of the continuous mood swings and the frequent natural cycles that buoy them, it is in this state that women function and calibrate on this basis in selecting a life partner and not the usual histrionics that men take effort in pleasing them! . Ramana Pemmaraju

It is a fact that the human heart differs from all other species. While its function to the body is the same of all animals, its participation with human soul is both rhapsodic and fatal. -Rose Kristen Heitzmann

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn. Martin Amis

The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with every heart beat and the waves' breath...the time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...by your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life... Oksana Rus

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning."" Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?"" I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though."" Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?"" You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering."" Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this. . Richelle Mead

We live in everyone. I live in you. You live in me. There is no gap, no distance. Amit Ray

In reality, we live in everyone. I live in you. You live in me. There is no gap, no distance. We all are eternally one. Amit Ray

In reality, we live in every one. Deep down there is a rose in every heart. Amit Ray

Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose. Kamand Kojouri

He is deaf, and keen to accept, any economical operation, that will correct his situation. He visited the doctor best, and started talking on subject, like the after-effects, and if any threats. The doctor medically checked, and asked him what he expects? He expressed, he wants to be addressed-in words, and not in signs. And how keen he is, to have his ears listening. He wants to listen the echo of, sun-set over that crimson dawn. He is keen to know, the sound of, a blooming rose. He wants to know what it sounds like, when a seedling grows. But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable, then I better get away, for then there is- nothing worth to be heard, in your seemingly wordy world. Jasleen Kaur Gumber

I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might closeon my own peace, I wanted to closethe peace of my love in my heartlike dew in a dark rose." From "Philip Speaks Caryll Houselander

When I am longing for love, every rose is the expression of my soul. Debasish Mridha

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns. Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed. Unknown

It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important... People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose. Unknown

The rose I gave you was an emblem of myheart, ' said she; 'would you take it away andleave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I askedit?' 'Have I not said enough? Unknown

I felt the fangs against my neck and knew I was going to die. It was horrible. I wanted to live so, so badly..but this was how it would end. With my last moments, I started to yell at Christian to run, but then the Strigoi above my suddenly lit up like a torch. He jerked back, and I rolled out from underneath him.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I turned to Christian, who was crouched on the ground. "Wow, " I said, helping him up. Obviously, he was the one who had saved me. "No shit, " he said. "Didn't know I had that much power. Richelle Mead

Two people, one city, different times; connected by a memoir. Can love exist in a city destined for decades of misery? Ahmad Ardalan

Leave no "full stop" in between the sentences that make up your life story. If anything, let "commas" show that when you were brought down by challenges, you rose up with passion and moved on again! Israelmore Ayivor

Something in me didnt believe that. I read it again, trying to make sense of the old-fashioned language. Mason watched me curiously, looking like he very much wanted to help." Maybe they were hooking up, " he sugg Richelle Mead

Mother Atkinson thought that every one should have a trade, or something to make a living out of , for rich people may grow poor, you know, and poor people have to work.... so when I saw how happy and independent those young ladies were, I wanted to have a trade, and then it wouldn't matter about money, though I like to have it well enough. Louisa May Alcott

Deep down there is a rose in every heart. Amit Ray

There is a rose in every heart. Enlightenment is recognizing that rose. Amit Ray

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don’t believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you’ll be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn’t make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is. Will Advise

He will never let her go. Never. she belongs to him.. Forever. Farzana Zahid

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles. Farzana Zahid

Yes, Rose. Love is a wonderful feeling! Farzana Zahid

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay? Farzana Zahid

So what if he is not part of my present but he is in my future, I know. And everyday I'm going a step closer to my future, to him. Farzana Zahid

Rose, we are here today. Tomorrow we don’t know where life will take us to. So, as long as we have today in our hands, let’s not slip it from our hands. Let’s live it! Farzana Zahid

Love is beyond space and time. It reaches out to the heart of the person that you are missing. Love binds two souls and not two bodies. Farzana Zahid

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows ...she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time..... Farzana Zahid

Her Prince! He might not be the handsomest man on earth. Not even the richest one too but he would have the purest of the heart and soul and he will love her with the same purity throughout eternity. He would be her Prince. Farzana Zahid

She might not be cinderella to lose her shoe to find her prince or Rapunzel for that matter who will lift him up to set her free only to be lost in him, or Snow-white to be kissed and awakened by a Prince or any other princesses but yet she knows, she believes her destiny has a Prince in store for her - Her man. She would be his Princess and he would be her prince. Farzana Zahid

An addition that takes time to depart, and sometimes, never leaves at all. A smell, a touch, thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances!. ... A pungent of cinnamon, an aroma of a rose, a summer breeze, a sweet smile like a per-fume that lingers on and on... endlessly. Angie Karan

A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall. Stallions should always run. Lest they stale become, in turn. Running waters are most clear. In some books, you disappear —lose yourself, and track of time. How I wish that one was mine.. Mine, to have, to write, to read.. Mine, just like a flying steed. Mine, forever, - to improve. Would I then, of me, approve? I would not, I can't.. myself. I'm but dust, swept off a shelf. Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled, down, beside my flower, petalled. Will Advise

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood. Adelaide Crapsey

How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver. Oscar Wilde

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses- F. Scott Fitzgerald

She held up the pen and gave him a lazy grin. "It's a rose." He came close. "It's a pen." He tried to pluck it from her hand." You are seriously lacking in imagination. Ronie Kendig

Good God. Men everywhere. Richelle Mead

I don't love men that love other women. I think more of myself then that. Unknown

Don't wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you'll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed. Michael Bassey Johnson

You don't get drown by falling into a river. You get drown by remaining there. Falling accidentally and rising immediately was what distinguished Thomas Edison and Abraham Lincoln from the rest. Israelmore Ayivor

I have brought you the rose of love, and you have crowned me, in these dark hours, with their thorns. Kristian Goldmund Aumann

And the shower of roses spun around me, inviting me to take part in their ever-present waltz. Gina MarinelloSweeney

Learn from your past and shut the door behind to live in present. Our past is just like a dry rose which was once a rose with all colors of life, with sweet fragrance, with soft petal, with thorns but now it is left with only thorns which could still hurt. Ideaswar

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. Alice Hoffman

Psalm 37:44 Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. LaNina King

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. It's smell and it's color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers. Arthur Conan Doyle

Miss Green can call a turd a rose if she wants, but that don't mean people's going to be lining up to smell it. K. Martin Beckner

And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seedsfor the patient painters who sketch the petals they will shade in alabaster and gold. Their sweat is the rain. Maybe the jazzman will send us a rose. Kristen Henderson

And afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to.. I don't know.. explode, and it was just too much, I had to let it out you know? I had to- I interrupted her hysteria It's okay, I understand. That was a lie. I didn't get her cutting at all. She'd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die - she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it. Richelle Mead

Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch. Anonymous

Lily slumped, putting her shaking hands on his shoulders. "But you will, won't you?" Pansy's voice broke into a sob. "Yes, Pan, " Galen said quietly. "I don't like that, " Pansy said. Galen stood and put his arms around the fine-boned girl, while Rose continued to comfort Lily. Oliver looked away. It was such a private moment; he hated to intrude on it. Galen was beloved by all of the sisters, but the love between him and Rose was so clear and shining that it hurt to look at them, spending their last hours together caring for the other girls. Jessica Day George

Of course I do, Jack! You have to be L I Eve me! Raymond Benson

Thats why your doing this? Because Lissa told you to? Richelle Mead

Purple, Wonder, majesty, and enchantment doesn'teven begin to cover the feelings that I had the first time that I met you that only grew. The feeling was nameless, but as time went on it developed a name. Eponine, I adore you…~ Riley Ottilie Weber

You wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories. Sanober Khan

And you are with us and one of us, and we are the people of the moon and the stars. Anne Rice

I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine Unknown

For the longest time, I saw them as the end of my journey, but now I think they were always meant to represent the beginning of yours. Alexandra Bracken