100 Quotes About Rose

Roses have been a symbol of beauty, love, and romance for centuries. They have been used in poems and songs to express the passion of a couple, but what is the symbolism behind this beautiful flower? See what wisdom they can offer about love and how you can use them in your own life.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose...
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It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. Unknown
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You're beautiful, but you're empty.. One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose. Unknown
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For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere..' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important? . Unknown
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She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... Unknown
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose...
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An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup. H.l. Mencken
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Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them. Patrick Rothfuss
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If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love? Aberjhani
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small...
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True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses. Ana Claudia Antunes
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What a lovely thing a rose is! " He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects. "There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion, " said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. 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. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers. Arthur Conan Doyle
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Women Are Not RosesWomen have no beginningonly continualflows. Though rivers flowwomen are notrivers. Women are notrosesthey are not oceansor stars.i would like to tellher this buti think shealready knows. Ana Castillo
I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses...
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I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my hands I just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t. Sanober Khan
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You think too much of your "toilette", Adele; but you may have a flower." I took a rose from a vase and fastened it in her sash. She sighed a sign of ineffable satisfaction, as if her cup of happiness were now full. I turned my face away to conceal a smile I could not suppress; there was something ludicrous as well as painful in the little Parisienne's earnest and innate devotion to matters of dress. Unknown
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Lucy happily settled down to work. First she sent for papyrus and handmade a book leaf by leaf, binding the leaves together between board covers. Then she filled each page from memory, drew English roses budding and Chinese roses in full bloom, peppercorn-pink Bourbon roses climbing walls and silvery musk roses drowsing in flowerbeds. She took every rose she'd ever seen, made them as lifelike as she could (where she shaded each petal the rough paper turned silken), and in these lasting forms she offered them to Safiye. . Helen Oyeyemi
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My love, you are driving the entire world mad. The nightingales are committing suicide one by one out of jealousy of your voice. The roses took one glance at your beauty and folded themselves from shame. The trees now only whisper your name and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up. Have pity on us, my love. We have already broken all the mirrors and glass out of fear that you will forget us and fall in love with yourself once you see what we all cannot stop seeing. Kamand Kojouri
Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women...
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Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women tell men to stop and smell the roses. Criss Jami
Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase......
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Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love. Kamand Kojouri
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? Unknown
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I like to think that love is like a rose. A rose that is beginning to sprout is like a person feeling love for the first time. It will grow in time as the couples interact and along the way, they may hurt themselves by the thorns of pain and misunderstanding. But it is all worth it to see the rose in full bloom as the two share their true love. What happens after that is unknown. The rose may last forever and create others, or it may wither away and start anew. Michelle Goncalves
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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared. Tupac Shakur
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Shamrocks And roses In an ever green flock Now Up to your noses Turning into a high stock! People nice and seen All around you green! These lucky streams Realizing major dreams. In strives, when in pain Call oh call up my name, Know it isn't in vain... Ana Claudia Antunes
I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets,...
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I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses. Maria Elena
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Men were created before women.. But that doesn't prove their superiority — rather, it proves ours, for they were born out of the lifeless earth in order that we could be born out of living flesh. And what's so important about this priority in creation, anyway? When we are building, we lay foundations on the ground first, things of no intrinsic merit or beauty, before subsequently raising up sumptuous buildings and ornate palaces. Lowly seeds are nourished in the earth, and then later the ravishing blooms appear; lovely roses blossom forth and scented narcissi. . Moderata Fonte
Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly...
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Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight. Melody Lee
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But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. Unknown
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Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all. Crystal Woods
When life is not coming up roses Look to the...
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When life is not coming up roses Look to the weedsand find the beauty hidden within them. L.F.Young
If all we had were roses, would the thorns then...
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If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful? Kamand Kojouri
The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty...
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The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty and life of it were surprising in the plain room, like a gay little child who might suddenly appear in a doorway. Sarah Orne Jewett
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Cutting down a wall, the wall sawyer could feel the tension in a home ease and something windy rush in circles round her feet. It was addictive, each a sweet victory of art. The tumbling motion of a falling wall was like a volcanic eruption fading into a mountain of roses. The wall sawyer felt a loving animosity toward walls. “You must pay attention to your obsessions, where life and love intersect, ” she told the little queen.  . Meia Geddes
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My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it. Unknown
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The SleepingI have imagined all this: In 1940 my parents were in love And living in the loft on West 10thAbove Mark Rothko who painted cabbage roses On their bedroom walls the night they got married. I can guess why he did it. My mother’s hair was the color of yellow apples And she wore a velvet hat with her pajamas. I was not born yet. I was remote as starlight. It is hard for me to imagine that My parents made love in a roomful of roses And I wasn’t there. But now I am. My mother is blushing. This is the wonderful thing about art. It can bring back the dead. It can wake the sleeping As it might have late that night When my father and mother made love above RothkoWho lay in the dark thinking Roses, Roses, Roses. Lynn Emanuel
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Live in Thorns but always enchant the hearts with your fragrance Alok Jagawat
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When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and to be blooming over and over again”, like remontant roses, with blossoms scenting through all the seasons of life. Passion and patience are to be good allies, though. Erik Pevernagie
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Love is the only thing in this whole universe, that can make the roses grow out of the swords. Akshay Vasu
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Real life isn't purely filled with roses and rainbows. Ken Poirot
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We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses. Alphonse Karr
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Every new day Our children's joy is as fresh as roses, Even the birds chatter at dawn. Scott Hastie
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The roses started him thinking, how the oddity of them was beautiful and how that oddity was contrived to give them value. “It just struck me — clear and complete all at once — no long figuring about it.” He realized that children could be designed. “And I thought to myself, now that would a rose garden worthy of a man’s interest.” We children would smile and hug him and he would grin around at us and send the twins for a pot of cocoa from the drink wagon and me for a bag of popcorn because the red-haired girls would just throw it out when they finished closing the concession anyway. And we would all be cozy in the warm booth of the van, eating popcorn and drinking cocoa and feeling like Papa’s roses. . Katherine Dunn
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As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women's children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses! James Oppenheim
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One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations. Anthony Liccione
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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
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I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in laughter! My religion is to laugh at myself, whenever I can! I believe in the sunlight and in grey skies with big, beautiful clouds! C. Joybell C.
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Lords of melody and song, Lords of roses burning bright, Blue will right the ancient wrong, Though the way is dark and long, Blue will shine with loving light. Madeleine LEngle
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.. .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there– there is no time. John Daniel Thieme
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With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light. Aberjhani
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You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it sliplet it gosay ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinkingit shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinkinglove could flow easily with no holding backand you’ve seen others find their match and build something greattogether, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great thingsone by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone–no more–makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming gardenbut that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winterwalking home alone and angrybut falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need youlike you need meand maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castleand you can run from it your whole life but this is herein front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine. Charlotte Eriksson
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I was mortified that I could spend a lifetime with someone and not know them at all–that I could love someone so blindly and never question who they really were. Was it stupidity? Or is that merely what love actually is–to see the good, to love the good and wonderful and ignore the rest? I think that is what I used to believe… I don’t believe that anymore. Love is seeing every damn rotten thing about someone and loving them anyway. It’s not being too afraid to look deep inside another person and still being able to see all the good messed up in with the bad. Love is accepting the shit as well as the roses. I think I failed to ever smell the bullshit. I only smelled the roses and never realized that it is the shit that makes the roses bloom. . Monika Basile
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If you can love all who've betrayed you... you can taste sweetness in everything. Holly Lynn Payne
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The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace. Holly Lynn Payne
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This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold. Aberjhani
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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
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I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves. L.m. Montgomery
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I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing–as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor as of roses preserved between the pages of a book, their significance long forgotten. The tongue of the road gobbled me up and I allowed myself to sink like a tasty mouthful all the way to the bottom of a marvelous, rejuvenating vacuity. Later, it would occur to me it’s the emptiness we mistakenly call Innocence. Sol Luckman
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And the shower of roses spun around me, inviting me to take part in their ever-present waltz. Gina MarinelloSweeney
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The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence. Nathalia Crane
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Life is uncertain. Today you get a rose. Tomorrow you feel the thorns. But the end result is red, always! ! Shillpi S Banerrji
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Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear! V.C. Andrews
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It's easy to take the time to stop and smell the roses but one must be willing to give of themselves enough to also stop to admire and understand life's weeds. Colleen Dougherty 10/2015 Colleen Dougherty
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For every thorn is just as essential to the longevity of the plant as the blossoms. S.R. Ford
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....it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses. Holly Lynn Payne
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Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. Marty Rubin
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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
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A mother’s love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother’s love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each rose petal and inspires hope. Ellen J. Barrier
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Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything. Stephen King
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I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine Unknown
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«And in the end» said the witch to the drowning prince «You've been the one choosing the thornless path in spite of knowing where it could lead. The one who afraid of the pricking roses, plunged himself into an abyss without petals Nur Bedeir
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...... I hate biochemistry because there is no chapter on roses. Farooq A. Shiekh
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When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. Marty Rubin
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Until we’re pushing up daisies, it might be good to remind ourselves daily that everything’s coming up roses – for me and for you. Gina Barreca
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When i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand. Sanober Khan
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Love was not the point and pity was a poor man's pride. Holly Lynn Payne
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Black, The death of an old habit in order for anew journey to start. The dark cloudsdisappeared, chased away by the brilliant shine of your smile. So that I had the courage to be me once again…~ Riley Ottilie Weber
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Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, some people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are there forever. Roses are teaching that the beauty of life will bloom, once you have taught yourself the lessons given by living with the thorns. Grigoris Deoudis
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It was nearing 9 O'clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and brilliant. The light breeze of the day had dropped, and the evening was very still. The stream sounded loud. I walked down to the gate and stood leaning on the top bar, enjoying the scent of the roses, and straining to listen for any sound from the lane or the road beyond. Mary Stewart
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Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict’s. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks. Ellen Read
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She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords. Keirsten White
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To ‘stop and smell the roses’ we must first believe that there’s a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded world of ours, the refusal to believe in gardens leaves most of us ref of roses. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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It takes a loyal gardener to tend roses. Sondra Faye
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I'll catch any rose in my vase-shaped heart, then process it through my vascular system, until there's nothing left. Will Advise
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Roses, " she thought sardonically, "All trash, m’dear. Virginia Woolf
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The Scarcity of Flowers in the society made guys settle for weeds and grasses.... Trust me i'll rather import a Rose than being contended with thorns. GoalsRider
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I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too! C. Joybell C.
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Someone heroic and valiant, not merely skilled in speech; someone who is kind and pure in heart. Someone who does not play with white roses that belong to others. Sarah Mally
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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. Maud Hart Lovelace
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My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns. Bret Michaels
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I assume everything I do in life is gonna be a failure, and then if it turns up roses, then I'm psyched. Jonah Hill
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Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume. Arthur Miller
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One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. Dale Carnegie
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Sweeter than the perfume of roses is a reputation for a kind, charitable, unselfish nature; a ready disposition to do to others any good turn in your power. Orison Swett Marden
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I was a big Guns N' Roses fan when I was seven. My friend who lived across the street had long dark curly hair and I had long blonde hair, so I'd dress up as Axl and she'd be Slash, and we'd rock out in front of the mirror singing 'Patience.' Kirsten Dunst
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If the Age of Sport has been all champagne and roses hitherto, then expect our love affair with its newly-acquired prominence to become increasingly tainted by scandals about cheating. Sport is losing its shine and allure. Martin Jacques
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When a man has been consistently battering his wife, he shouldn't expect a bouquet of roses from her the morning after he promises to stop. Joe Slovo
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I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it. Esai Morales
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But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now. Rudolf Otto
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Decide who you are and what your goals entail - then go for the roses. Life has little regard for those who waste time. Jon Huntsman
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Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear, and we all just do our best. I would never claim to have the worst situation. There are many widows, and many people dying of AIDS, many people killed in Lebanon, people starving all over the planet. So we have to count our lucky stars. Yoko Ono
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Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns I am thankful that thorns have roses. Alphonse Karr
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I love to prune my roses. That's the one thing I really feel I do pretty well. Other things I usually, because I travel so much, leave to my gardeners who know what I love. But I do love to prune them, because you forget everything else. It's like if you're a painter, you can forget everything else while you're doing it. Julie Andrews
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When I finished the trilogy of 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movies, I had a gear shift and thought, 'I need to take a moment to smell the roses.' Orlando Bloom
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Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses. Robert Louis Stevenson