All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. — Robert Browning 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
Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. — Francis Quarles 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
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
So I went to the Chinese restaurant and this duck came up to me with a red rose and says "Your eyes… — Tommy Cooper Copy Share Image
Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and… — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
When we raise our children, we relive our childhood. Forgotten memories, painful and pleasurable, rise to the surface… So each of us… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Yep, that's me. I know. I know. You're humbled I'm here, feel like throwing rose petals at my feet, blah, blah, blah.… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
According to the legend an evil old doctor, who called himself God and us dogs, created the first boy in his adolescent… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Well, now there is a very excellent, necessary, and womanly accomplishment that my girl should not be without, for it is a… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
By this time, half the people in High Norland were gathered in Royal Square to stare at the castle. They all watched… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
On the board was a list of words and phrases which her mother considered not suitable for use in college T-shirt design.… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
Germany suffered most as a consequence of this Peace Treaty and the general insecurity which was bound to arise from it. The… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way,… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions. — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
