Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is that makes you happy. — Rita Moreno Copy Share Image
By 1993, the Stone Roses had become this huge, beautiful cruise ship just floating about in the middle of nowhere with no captain. — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
The guy who enters pro sports hasn't run scared from the 7th grade on. Until he enters the pros, it's been nothing… — Jim Finks Copy Share Image
“Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, some people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is… — ST221 Copy Share Image
I de-stress with my family, just at home pruning roses, cutting, working in the garden. — Jaclyn Smith Copy Share Image
I was first influenced by a friend in fifth grade when he brought a Walkman to school and was listening to 'Paradise… — Darren Robinson Copy Share Image
I didn't want to do the usual drill of going down on one knee and popping the question or shower her with… — Nithiin Copy Share Image
Roses are red Violets are twisted Bend over love Because you're about to get fisted — No Author Copy Share Image
Right after my mother died, my dad and I went into the studio and he recorded a song called 'I Found You… — John Carter Cash Copy Share Image
There are a lot of bands that have a huge appeal, but I don't understand why. Guns n' Roses. U2. But you… — Ric Ocasek Copy Share Image
Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions. — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
“In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in the middle of a green, plush lawn!” — June Stoyer Copy Share Image
“The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image
When giving her a dozen roses, 11 real and 1 fake, say I will love you until the last rose dies. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The Scarcity of Flowers in the society made guys settle for weeds and grasses.... Trust me i'll rather import a Rose than… — GoalsRider Copy Share Image
“He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could feel his thickness beginning to stretch me. The sensation… — Juliette Miller Copy Share Image