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The roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being.
We all remain
Your petal from the salty rose
Rose, you're wise in so many ways ... and so young in others.
He stepped back and threw his arms out.
"I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you."
He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:
"Rose is in red
But never in blue
Sharp as a thorn
Fights like one too.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Up rose Robin Hood
The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.
Rose, you really do scare me sometimes. Just not for the reasons I originally thought you would.
O rose! the sweetest blossom,
Of spring the fairest flower,
O rose! the joy of heaven.
The god of love, with roses
His yellow locks adorning,
Dances with the hours and graces.
Life Is, a Rose.
The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
A cool red rose and a pink cut pink, a collapse and a sold hole, a little less hot. - Red roses.
Every rose has poetry in her heart and is eager to tell you when you are in love.
There's a vulnerability about Rose, even a sweetness in her eyes, but there's no mistaking her priorities. Smart, tough, determined, she is essential, but rarely the dog that people melt over or want to take home. Yet she's a great dog.
She is so beautiful. My Rose. Finer than sculpture, softer than sand. Rose, I'm kissing you now. Oh God, I have to kiss her. I will die if I don't kiss her, I know that now. It is a fact. I will die. It will kill me.
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower:
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.
chasing silly rose leaves
IT FELT LOVE How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened. - Hafiz
I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.
Roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.
Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.
Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem thorned with bright chrome.
Rose, do you think I'd do anything that would hurt you.- Dimitri to Rose
You are gentle and sweet just like this rose. When your rose pink lips smiled at me that first time I remembered how to smile.
Yet, O thou beautiful rose!
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet?
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, - it must have been
I want to fuck you, Rose. I want to do it on my terms. It may hurt, but in a very good way.
How's our blue rose?" the doctor asked.
"If you really want to know, I feel sorry for the poor thing," Elinor went on. "All wrapped up that way. I'm starting to think there's no point in being a rose if you're tied up and covered with burlap.
The rose saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak. -Adrian to Rose
If you want to get rid of Rose then fine, I'll take care of it. But I don't think that is going to solve your problem. You'll still be here. And you are your problem.
I love you Rose, I love you with everything that I am, which may not be much, but it's all yours.
Oh, this is the joy of the rose;
That it blows,
One rose says more than the dozen.
I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good."
"No, it wasn't.
Roses are for our eyes to adore, but they mean nothing unless you give them to someone you love.
Why was I thinking about this?
Oh, yes - the roses.
Something to keep.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
Rules with an iron fist, but sometimes in that fist is a rose.
Be roses that grow in the concrete
She is forever beautiful just like the roses.
A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is
The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
Rose never propagandize its fragrant, but its own fragrance spreads through its surrounding.
Wilhelm let go. He turned to look at Rose. His heart seemed ready to leap out of his chest. Could it be? Rose? His Rose. It was too good to be true.
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own - What are you when the rose is blown?
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead ... she was now too exhausted to sleep
and too heartbroken to weep.
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.
Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Beware of those who look like rose, for even roses have thorns.
A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
The rose that with you earthly eyes you see, has flowered in God from all eternity.
The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.
Rose took my nose, I suppose. And it really blows ... Get it? It really blows. My nose. Taken by Rose. I suppose.
There where her night begins
there be her goldest rosest rose
that in her deep wisdom knows
boygrace will knight her Rose
Roses are my favourite flower, and my mum always grew a lot of them.
I prefer prickly roses.
You are a blue rose, Letti. It's almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you.
Gather the roses of life today.
Rose spreads its fragrance
His fragrance is his message.
How red the rose that is the soldier
She did not need anyone else's love when she had roses.
It shall dwell roses, from your sweet tears in my heart.
Rosemarie you are out of line
I would blossom if I were a rose.
Roses are the fast food of flowers.
You kill me, Rose. Everyday is agony without you.Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive. -Adrian to Rose
The pink rose Zayvion had given me looked a little worse for the wear, but it wasn't dead yet. Tough flowers, roses.
I believe that even in the darkest of moments, a rose can bloom, and its beauty can make us hope again. I want to take you on a wild, dark journey of fear, despair, and pain, on to ultimate redemption and love.
Roses denote grace.
According to an eastern fable, the rose was white when God created it, but when, as it unfolded, it felt Adam's eyes upon it, it blushed in modesty and turned pink.
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is that you are flowering.
In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
Rose and I have gone on the most incredible journey over the past two years
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
Dear kiara, The women in the shop told me that yellow rose represents friendship and red rose shows love. And the rosery is the only thing i own that i care for, its yours i'm yours C
I knew where Rose was - the peculiar crinkling of space on space into dimensions that fold like origami and blossom like strange orchids, and which would mark the last good time before the eventual end of everything
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
Rose Gardner, what in heaven's name happened
Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got over sixty different kinds out there? - and she said to me, said, 'Mr. Blakeslee, I wouldn't even mind dyin' if'n I could be buried in a bed of roses.
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
She was a rare white rose in a kingdom of thorns, and she wouldn't let anyone stain her petals red.
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
I'm a perfectly good carrot that everyone is trying to turn into a rose. As a carrot, I have good color and a nice leafy top. When I'm carved into a rose, I turn brown and wither.
Can a rose survive in winter?
fan for ages - I even had her calendars in my office. Rose finally decided her style was, "as Elven as a mere Human is going to get" and signed off.
Rose.It was her. Not some copy, not some actress. I knew it with every beat of my frantic heart. Then terror filled her eyes.
"Evelyn," she gasped. "He's in here - "
A hand appeared out of the shadows and clamped over her mouth. And she vanished.
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.