White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
The expansionary operations of the Second Bank of the United States, coupled with its laxity toward insisting on specie payment by the… — Murray Rothbard Copy Share Image
What the woman who labors wants is the right to live, not simply exist ... the right to life, and the sun… — Rose Schneiderman Copy Share Image
If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
I wrote home to say how lovely everything was, and I used flourishing words and phrases, as if I were living life… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you,… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Or perhaps you notice a congregation of ladybugs on a rose stalk. Don't invoke the old nursery saying and ask them to… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I will say to all the fellas out there that, seriously, I am a setup. I'm just like rose petals. I'm like… — Maxwell Copy Share Image
As I’d observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do anything and fight anyone to protect her friend. I admired… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Arise, awake! This path is arduous. So we learn from the wise, and we have to follow in the footsteps of the… — Sri Chinmoy Copy Share Image
...I remembered the rose bush that had reached a thorny branch out through the ragged fence, and caught my dress, detaining me… — Albion Fellows Bacon Copy Share Image
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinds of scratches… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
“the rest of the guardians are all checking out the explosion," I realised. Pieces began coming together-including Lissa's lack of surprise over… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love,… — Amy Tan Copy Share Image
“She is a rare rose. One which blooms in the night. She hides from the world. She is tender and sensitive. You… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
