The best way to rise in society is to use all possible means of persuading people that one has already risen in… — Francois de La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
“On the walk, like shredded lovely flesh, were the petals of the last gallant rose.” — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
See the last orange roses, how they blow / Deeper and heavier than in their prime, / In one defiant flame before they go. — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed None rose to burn as bright As Lucifer, the Morning Star, And Lucinda, his Evening… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might close on my own peace, I wanted to close the peace of… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars… — Ewan MacColl Copy Share Image
God rose up from His throne and said to demon powers tormenting the sinless Son of God, 'Let Him go.' Then the… — Joyce Meyer Copy Share Image
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
In "Twilight," the narratives are more literal, and the event is much more spectacular. The pictures in "Beneath the Roses" are much… — Gregory Crewdson Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered… — Richard Henry Wilde Copy Share Image
Egyptian President Sadat had a belly dancer entertain President Nixon at a state dinner. Mr. Nixon was really impressed. He hadn't seen… — Johnny Carson Copy Share Image
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
Because the Lord Jesus died on the Cross, I have received forgiveness of sins; because the Lord Jesus rose from the dead,… — Watchman Nee Copy Share Image
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Does the rose complain that it is created for a short time to blossom, smile at the world, share its sweet fragrance… — Albert Kang Copy Share Image
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Everything is complex and everything is simple. The rose has no why attached to it, it blooms because it blooms, how no… — Andre Comte-Sponville Copy Share Image
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
