Bloody Quote by L.J. Smith

And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are wild roses…

— D. H. Lawrence

“Roses, wild roses, everywhere! So plentiful were they, they were not only perfumed the air, they seemed to dye it a faint rose-hue. The…

— George MacDonald

“Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms,…

— Sharyn McCrumb

“There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you…

— Monique Wittig

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees,…

— Cathleen Schine

“Riding horseback along a country lane I saw wild roses in bloom, against an old stone wall. The expensive, improved varieties in my garden…

— James Webb Young

“Part of my life no longer made sense. A life of meetings stretched between appointments, half listening to people, always running late. A life…

— Nora Gallagher

I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the…

— Ann Voskamp

“The sun shall always rise upon a new day and there shall always be a rose garden within me. Yes, there is a part…

— C. JoyBell C

“Don't raise your girls to be porcelain roses protected behind a cabinet's glass sliding doors. Raise your girls to be wild roses growing on…

— C. JoyBell C

“His daughters watched in the rain. The prettiest, shyest one hid far back in the field to watch and she had good reason because…

— Jack Kerouac

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

— Henry Ward Beecher

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

— Francis Turner Palgrave

I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain,…

— Ann Voskamp

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

— Louisa May Alcott