“You’re a prickly, stubborn, spirited woman.” “Don’t forget crude, rude, and vulgar.” “Only when it suits you. You’re sly when occasion calls… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn. — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Mortality rose. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I am not on… — Ruben Dario Copy Share Image
You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I've never been so… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
When Rose takes to screaming, she starts loud, continues loud, and ends loud. Rose has a very good ear and always screams… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
We have a long way to go to being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he doesn’t… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The black, hungry roses that Redd sent snaking towards the princess were easily squashed, the orbs and and unmanned, airborne blades of… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
I'm no rose. I have been around a while, and you never know when something is going to be the last thing… — David Milch Copy Share Image
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else. — Raymond Chandler 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
