The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush. — Florence Littauer 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
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
I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial. — Bert Williams 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
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
Character is like colour of a red rose,it is more catchy ,even though existing colour roses are beautiful. — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
A rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the… — Clive Bell Copy Share Image
If your friend has displeased you, you shall not sit down to consider it, for he has already lost all memory of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
When you return, the youngest of the seers, Released from fetters of ancestral pose, There will be beauty waiting down the years… — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
Rose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It was the same Dimitri from long ago, the fierce one who was willing to risk his life for what was right.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The difference between you and her (whom I to you did once prefer) Is clear enough to settle: She like a diamond… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
She once said, 'I'm really a little prudish, which people may think incongruous'. I take a prudish point of view on certain… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Her honor will come to no harm at my hands,” Jack said. “’Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
Discipline trains you to put up with disappointments, every rose has a thorn. — Sathya Sai Baba Copy Share Image
Throughout the day, I like to spritz my face with a rose water for extra moisture. — Janet Mock 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
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
“She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.” — Shakieb Orgunwall 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
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 know Mama Rose is a great role and I love having a chance to do it. — Bernadette Peters 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
Love is like a rose, a beautiful creature with fragrant smell, but please be careful about the thorns — Andrea Lloren Copy Share Image
Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him. — Richelle Mead 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
