Air Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the…

— Pablo Neruda

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Rose petals.” Katharine swept her arm toward a huddle of stalls farther up the street. “Can you see the sacks? They’re full of dried…

— Lindsay Jayne Ashford

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

— Edith Wharton

Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a…

— C.P. Cavafy

Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

— Willa Cather

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against…

— Hafez

“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of…

— Tracy Anne Warren

“She is a rare rose. One which blooms in the night. She hides from the world. She is tender and sensitive. You can only…

— Avijeet Das

“When the rose opens its heart, you will smell the fragrance of its soul.”

— Jit Sharma

“...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her…

— Michelle Latiolais

“Sublime delicacy of rose; how wonderful your heart, smells of our love.”

— sir kristian goldmund aumann