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Life is a garden. It is an opportunity. You can grow weeds, you can grow roses; it all depends on you.

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.

Life isn't all diamonds and rose... but it should be.

Life is short, and time is swift; Roses fade, and shadows shift.

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.

Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.

Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.

Love and a red rose can't be hid.

Love is a rose But you better not pick it. It only grows When it's on the vine. Handful of thorns And you'll know you missed it. You lose your love When you say the word MINE.

Love is both Creator's and Saviour's gospel to mankind; a volume bound in rose-leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of humming-birds printed with peach-juice on the leaves of lilies.

LOVE is like a burden ROSE, but a burden LOVE is never been a beautiful ROSE.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.

Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Mengistu seemed to symbolize the revolution. He was the baria, the slave who overthrew the master, the member of the conquered tribe who got even with the conquerors, the poorly educated son of a servant who rose against the intellectual elite.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Match me such marvel, save in Eastern clime, A rose-red city'half as old asTime'!

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my lower neck and vertigo spun the room, burning tracings of desire to settle deep and low in me. I exhaled into the promise of more to come, calling it to me. I breathed it in like smoke, the rising passion starting a feeling of abandonment inside. I didn’t care anymore if it was right or wrong. It just was.

My desk is covered with talismans: pieces of rose quartz, wishing stones from a favorite beach.

Most fathers don't threaten to disembowel their daughter's boyfriends." "That's not true. And anyway, that's not what I actually said. It was much worse.

My God, I have never thanked Thee for my 'thorn!' I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my 'thorn;' I have been looking forward to a world where I shall get compensation for my cross as itself a present glory. Teach me the glory of my cross; teach me the value of my 'thorn.' Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain. Show me that my tears have made my rainbow.

My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.

My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.

My teacher, my great cello teacher Leonard Rose, was such a great cellist, and nurturing man, very patient. But I grew up not only admiring him, but obviously Casals, Rostrotovich, Jacqueline du Pre, and many others, including many of my peers and contemporaries.

My heart, far too sensitivefor this human world.My heart, so easily wounded, sheds rose tears of compassion.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

My parents had come from Mexico, a short road in my imagination. I felt myself as coming from a caramelized planet, an upside-down planet, pineapple-cratered. Though I was born here, I came from the other side of the looking glass, as did Alice, though not alone like Alice. Downtown I saw lots of brown people. Old men on benches. Winks from Filipinos. Sikhs who worked in the fields were the most mysterious brown men, their heads wrapped in turbans. They were the rose men. They looked like roses.

My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.

No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.

Nature, left to her own devices, finds it hard to produce anything that is ugly. The work of the plant breeder should always be to enhance nature, not to detract from it....we should strive to develop the rose's beauty in flower, growth and leaf.

Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain. The mind does not create what it perceives, anymore than the eye creates the rose.

No matter how irrelevant social class now is, even the most eager egalitarian must be quietly proud that the posh English rose is still an industry standard for peerlessly sophisticated beauty.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Negativland through rose colored glasses. If 'mice are from Mars,' Greek Buck is from Venus.

New Year's Day probably is not going to work. And one of the main reasons it's not going to work is that the Rose Bowl is on New Year's Day, and it's not moving.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

Not even the most heavily-armed police state can exert brute force to all of its citizens all of the time. Meme management is so much subtler; the rose-tinted refraction of perceived reality, the contagious fear of threatening alternatives.

Nothing is wrong about giving a rose to someone you like or love.

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.

Now get that Rose, get that get that Rose A little Hennessy & Louis the Thirteenth

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

Numquam enim audiendi quod aliquis monachus super puerum incubuisset, quin statim post ipsum surrexisset puer. I have heard before of a monk throwing himself on a boy, but the boyalways rose again afterwards.