A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without… — James Stephens Copy Share Image
“I’ve sweated and grunted and pushed myself until I thought it would be easier to give up and die. ' - Caroline” — Karen Rose Copy Share Image
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I knew when I got on tour that if I had the opportunity to give back to my community, which is Rose… — Tony Finau Copy Share Image
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain. — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
I wanted to go home and if Hell rose up to stop me, it would make me desire it more. — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart. — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
If Rose's streak was still intact, with that single to left, the fans would be throwing babies out of the upper deck. — Jerry Coleman Copy Share Image
I've been led by my nose all my life and tried to make perfume by boiling sugar water in jam jars and… — Richard E. Grant Copy Share Image
Darling Daddy, This is Rose. The shed needs new wires now it has blown up. Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
However you disguise slavery, it is slavery still. Its chains, though wreathed with roses, not only fasten on the body but rivet… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
“The rose Created by God The beauty it portrays The love it displays But yet, the rose Became a painful thorn in… — Maisie Aletha Smikle Copy Share Image
“Rose LeBlanc got her name for a reason. She was full of fucking thorns. She was so beautiful—so ridiculously, unbelievably alluring—that just… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
I haven't much time to be fond of anything . . . But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
If somebody wants to go to church because they like the ritual of it and want to sit in silence for a… — Patrick Wilson Copy Share Image
In Europe and the United States the two decades following the Second World War will for long be remembered as a very… — John Kenneth Galbraith Copy Share Image
Once, when Tom was over here, to tease Rose, I asked him, "Before she was born, can you remember? Were things just… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Rose!" I looked to my right and saw Adrian cutting across the lawn toward me, oblivious to the slush's effects on his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I suppose it goes without saying that negative speaking so often flows from negative thinking about ourselves. We see our own faults,… — Jeffrey R. Holland Copy Share Image
I like The Smiths as well. They took a cue from The Buzzcocks. They have jangly guitars instead of distorted guitars. All… — Steve Diggle Copy Share Image
A wild rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.” — Awwthentic Copy Share Image
I don't like Derrick Rose, he'd rather score than distribute. That's not who I want as my point guard. — Colin Cowherd Copy Share Image
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King. — Elsa Barker Copy Share Image
“The real strength of the rose bush is not in the flowers but in the roots and the branches.” — Dorcas Kareithi Copy Share Image
It was a marvel, an enigma in abolition latitudes, that the slaves did not rise en-masse, at the beginning of hostilities. — Rebecca Latimer Felton Copy Share Image
Never ask wby I love you, just accept that I do, and that I will for the rest of my Life… — Samir Shah Copy Share Image
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her Walkman started to melt... — Steven Morrissey Copy Share Image
The rose that with you earthly eyes you see, has flowered in God from all eternity. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance. — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Discipline trains you to put up with disappointments, every rose has a thorn. — Sathya Sai Baba Copy Share Image
Throughout the day, I like to spritz my face with a rose water for extra moisture. — Janet Mock Copy Share Image
...as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else." -Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans — Chris Rose Copy Share Image
