R Rose Quotes

Gypsy [Rose Lee] is as unique as she is timeless. Her story is classic Americana, and the strangest rags-to-riches saga you'll ever read; I like to call it Horatio Alger meets Tim Burton.

Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

Praise is the beauty of a Christian. What wings are to a bird, what fruit is to the tree, what the rose is to the thorn, that is praise to a child of God.

Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Flowers die and wine gets consumed. Both are lovely. I appreciate both. Wine and roses. I actually had someone bring me a lobe of foie gras once.

Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.

...as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else." -Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans

I never promised you a rose garden.

Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.

Let us try to see things from their better side: You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods That thorns have roses.

Color exists simultaneously with form. Both elements are constantly associated but color strikes you more - a rose for instance - sometimes form - the human body.

He did not feel the ground under his feet - he thrust himself into the capriole, rose high in the air-forelegs and hind legs horizontal. He soared above the ground, he head in jubilation. Conquering!

It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.

Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.

...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.

A gratitude-heart Is to discover on earth A Heaven-delivered rose

Justin Bieber stole my haircut. And Axl Rose stole my dance!

It used to be you rose up through the ranks, and by the time you got a job as a boss, you had done the work of everybody beneath you.

Rose of the desert! thou art to me An emblem of stainless purity,-- Of those who, keeping their garments white, Walk on through life with steps aright.

But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.

Every day is great for me. I dislike rose-coloured glasses.

Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

It was a marvel, an enigma in abolition latitudes, that the slaves did not rise en-masse, at the beginning of hostilities.

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

I let it fall, my heart And as it fell, you rose to claim it, It was dark, and I was sober, Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.

The Presidency is not a bed of roses.

The history of African-American repression in this country rose from government-sanctioned racism. Jim Crow laws were a product of bigoted state and local governments.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

The only thing I want to be satisfied in life is to do one reunion tour with Guns N Roses. I would like to finish what I started with them.

If you wish to produce a perfect rose, you must cut off the other buds which are spoiling the growth of the perfect flower.

I have a theory that movies operate on the level of dreams, where you dream yourself.

Love and a red rose can't be hid.

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

Egyptian President Sadat had a belly dancer entertain President Nixon at a state dinner. Mr. Nixon was really impressed. He hadn't seen contortions like that since Rose Mary Woods.

A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else.

But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.

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.

Ideas rose in clouds; I felt them collide until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable combination.

I started growing roses. I enjoyed the craft of it and that they're difficult to look after; they can provide joy.

A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain.

You follow the same paths of thought as before. Only, they appear strewn with roses.

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

Don't judge from the outside. Like any beautiful rose has thorns... the more a person appears nice on the outside, the more you should doubt the inside.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

Up until the War of the Roses there had been continual conflict in England.

There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.

You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.