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If we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses, we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us.
Do not the bright June roses blow
To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
chasing silly rose leaves
Roses have no reason to envy daisies.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
No matter how beautiful roses were, they could cause a lot of pain. That concept worked for people as well.
Anyway, I should have known better about the roses. Whatever Mum planted grew eventually. Take me for instance.
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
Smiles are to people as sunshine is to the roses.
Flowers are happy things.
Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by.
When I am longing for love, every rose is the expression of my soul.
You have pissed your last in this house ... and I don't make velvet roses anymore.
Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Once you decide to grow out the roses from your heart, and let it spread the roots all over. you should also start to learn to handle the thorns that grow out of their stem.
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.
I don't know if nice people tend to grow roses, or growing roses tends to make people nice.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
They blossom ever where you tread ...
Wild roses bloody red.
The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.
It takes a loyal gardener to tend roses.
We're withering roses trying to survive all we need is a little love and care and we can be blooming again
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
two feet tall,
the crimson-budded roses,
their young thorns
the soft spring rain
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
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?
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
A bundle of roses brings a bundle of joy.
I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.
There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.
We are guided by roses, the scent of a page.
I like roses, ones with sharp thorns. Pretty to look at but hurts to touch, that's like me.
Every rose is longing for joy and love; every rose know the language of the heart.
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.
She said, once, shortly before she died, that roses smelled like happiness. Whenever she smelled a rose, she thought of the day we met.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Who dares disturb my roses?"
Why did I say that
And now, a heap of roses
beside the sea, white rugosa
beside the foaming hem of shore:
waxen candles ...
And we talk
as if death were a line to be crossed.
Look at them, the white roses.
Tell me where they end.
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
The world laughs in flowers.
Oh, this is the joy of the rose;
That it blows,
A blush of roses on my face. [ ... ] I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage.
Rose never propagandize its fragrant, but its own fragrance spreads through its surrounding.
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
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.
Roses bloom whether you praise them or not.
Never forget to stop and drink the beauty of roses to get drunk for a few moments of life.
Like roses and mustard gas.
Flowers grows in silence, quietly, slowly, passionately, with great love and with all its power just perfectly.
Thorns do not diminish a rose's beauty.
The flowers like me back.
Roses are red,
And ready for plucking,
And ready for high school.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.
Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
I wanted again May roses in December. I
Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses
I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
Every rose has poetry in her heart and is eager to tell you when you are in love.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is that you are flowering.
When I see a rosebush smiling at me, I see a sweet little girl telling me, "I love you daddy".
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
The sight of a rose is pleasant when there is a rose by its side.
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid ... like love.
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
A little bit of fragrance always clings to the hands that gives you roses
O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
One rose is enough for the dawn
Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.
blooms in second chances.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be very afraid
We're coming for you.
Do you know why I adore roses?" Shahrzad untied the knot of his tikka sash with deliberate slowness. "I've always loved them for their beauty and their scent, but--"
"It's because of their thorns." His muscles tensed at her touch. "Because there's more to them than first meets the eye.
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being.
We all remain
Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall
Roses are red, violets are blue, if I get you in bed, it would be really cool.
Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile.
Flowers are the earth laughing.
Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.