The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
An anagram of Axl Rose is oral sex. Why do I know? Because when I'm not playing music I love solving erotic… — Slash Copy Share Image
Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don't want. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I'm a mudboy. I came from the mud, oozed out the concrete. I'm not a rose. I'm a mudboy: I came from… — Sheck Wes Copy Share Image
“In me the tiger sniffs the rose. Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble, Since there your elements assemble.” — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Tis emblematic, the rose of youth and health soon fades when watered by the tear of affliction. — Susanna Rowson Copy Share Image
As we rose over the rooftops I caught my breath-well, if you can catch your breath underwater. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Back in the day, when a man in a wig had to 'lip sync for their life,' they relied on a wig… — Bianca Del Rio Copy Share Image
Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Anne of Austria, wife of Louis XIII of France, had such an aversion to roses that she could not stand seeing one… — Allen Lacy Copy Share Image
As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
Doing a picture with Willie Wyler is like getting the works at a Turkish bath. You damn near drown, but you come… — Charlton Heston Copy Share Image
Donald had reached its further edge, and could hear the rush of the stream from the deep obscurity of the abyss below,… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain… — Rumi Copy Share Image
White folks are the luckiest people: Finally a black president and he's a behaved one. Went to the best schools, best colleges,… — Dick Gregory Copy Share Image
When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest… — Jose Rizal Copy Share Image
Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
There is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there… — Anna Letitia Barbauld Copy Share Image
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
My signing of Derrick Rose was like anything in life, I think it was just luck. I played in Chicago. Derrick is… — B. J. Armstrong Copy Share Image
“I am always positive, prosperous-minded and filled with self-confidence.” — LaNina King Copy Share Image
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best. — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose! — Richard Heber Copy Share Image
Swans moulting die, snow melts to tears, Roses do blush and hang their heads — Henry Noel Brailsford Copy Share Image
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide. — Louis Kronenberger Copy Share Image
“Rose, come here." Christian grabbed my hand and guided me back down on the couch next to him.” — Tish Thawer Copy Share Image
A Primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was something more. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
