Soon the purple dark must bruise Lily and bleeding-heart and rose, And the little Cupid lose Eyes and ears and chin and… — Donald Justice Copy Share Image
“...love is always enough. There is no greater force in this world and nothing it cannot do.” — M.A. Kuzniar Copy Share Image
As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky. — Liu Yang Copy Share Image
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Rose are red, Violets are blue. Everyone does this, So I thought I would too. — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
Hey Mason, wipe that drool off you face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
La Vie En Rose. It is the French way of saying, 'I am looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses.' — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Why (on Earth) would you want to be a would-be? Anyone who knows how to spell rose can be a romantic. Any… — John Demko Copy Share Image
With 'New Rose Hotel,' I knew that I was getting paid a $100,000 fee to write, produce, and direct, and that's all… — Abel Ferrara Copy Share Image
The polls show that concern over inequality among the general public rose pretty sharply after the Occupy movement started, very probably as… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the… — Edna St. Vincent Millay 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Of all trees, I observe God hath chosen the vine, a low plant that creeps upon the helpful wall; of all beasts,… — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see… — Shams Tabrizi Copy Share Image
I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
When I entered films, I rose to the top. In business, too, I want to be at the top. — Preity Zinta Copy Share Image
A heart that knows none to love... But..have lots to love that heart. . . . Like a rose..the heart is...! — Achi_chathy Copy Share Image
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“All these pricks gathering around her body, trying to reach and pierce her rose.” — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
We've got no hate for each other [in the band Stone Roses], and we never have. — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
Love is like a rose. It can be so beautiful, yet it can be so painful from the thorns. — Anonymous Copy Share Image