If there anything more beautiful in this world than a lily in bloom or drops of rain falling on your face, it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you,… — Timothy Hallinan Copy Share Image
“There was a strong but not unpleasant smell- moist earth, decomposing leaf matter, new flowers beginning to catch the day's sun- and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
'If Roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Please place them in my Mothers arms and tell her… — Andrew Guzaldo Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and to be blooming over and over again”, like remontant roses, with… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“Opportunities, like roses, come with a beautiful fragrance, but also with thorns.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns?” — J. Aleksandr Wootton Copy Share Image
Aashique is just something u cant explain ,like the look of a rose ,the smell of rain or the feeling forever ! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It’s going to be gone soon, isn’t it?” he said, more than a tinge of regret in his voice as he studied… — Aprilynne Pike Copy Share Image
“To ‘stop and smell the roses’ we must first believe that there’s a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
It doesnt matter about your name for a rose by any other name would smell jsut as sweet. — Carl Hess Copy Share Image
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec,… — Marcel Proust 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
With the Roses, I knew we were great; I felt that we would achieve something. On my own, I had no idea. — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
