Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
A man should not risk his life for beauty alone, Kiall, for that fades. You might as well risk it for a… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile. "Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex. — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
I know Mama Rose is a great role and I love having a chance to do it. — Bernadette Peters Copy Share Image
Love is like a rose, a beautiful creature with fragrant smell, but please be careful about the thorns — Andrea Lloren Copy Share Image
You don't blast a heart open," she said. "You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose. — Melody Beattie Copy Share Image
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes — Roberta Flack Copy Share Image
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I get the whole thing, I can't talk about it. But they're talking and they got an offer. I hope Axl[Rose] can… — Steven Tyler Copy Share Image
When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge; love simple… — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
“He searched her face for any sign of sarcasm but saw none. Her shoulders were hunched, and her head was down. He’d… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation… — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
We called Pete Rose and Larry Bowa the soup spoons, because they were always stirring things up. Twenty years later, nothing's changed. — Tug McGraw Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I am not a rock producer. I don't see that. I once turned down Guns N' Roses. I don't like shouting. I'm… — Steve Lillywhite Copy Share Image
It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
The thing about happiness is that it doesn't help you to grow; only unhappiness does that. So I'm grateful that my bed… — Lana Turner Copy Share Image
The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
Consider the pains which martyrs have endured, and think how even now many people are bearing afflictions beyond all measure greater than… — Saint Francis de Sales Copy Share Image
The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The grand reason of the burst of public sentiment in anathemas upon Christ and his disciples, causing his crucifixion, was evidently based… — Jedediah M. Grant Copy Share Image
Love is a rose, but you better not pick it, it only grows while it's on the vine. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.” — Shakieb Orgunwall Copy Share Image
If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is. — Jack Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose, But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose. — Too $hort Copy Share Image
I know I am dying, but my deathbed is a bed of roses. I have no thorns planted upon my dying pillow.… — John Pawson Copy Share Image
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared. — Tupac Shakur 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
Throughout the day, I like to spritz my face with a rose water for extra moisture. — Janet Mock Copy Share Image
Discipline trains you to put up with disappointments, every rose has a thorn. — Sathya Sai Baba Copy Share Image
Character is like colour of a red rose,it is more catchy ,even though existing colour roses are beautiful. — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
Cause I love it when you kiss me on the tips of your toes, and when I take you out you know… — Mac Miller Copy Share Image
Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea… — Jacqueline Wilson Copy Share Image
“No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial. — Bert Williams Copy Share Image
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush. — Florence Littauer Copy Share Image