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There is more evidence that Jesus rose from the dead than there is that Julius Caesar ever lived or that Alexander the Great died at the age of thirty-three.

There is more hope in a heather rose than in all the tons of Teutonic philosophy.

There is no end to the petals of the inner rose. Continue to unfold set after set of petals until you have completed your meditation session.

There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.

There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

There's nothing essentially romantic about things like roses or jewelry. Romance starts as some blank concept, and then you just fill it in with objects so you have something to point to when you want to make it real.

There's so much to appreciate about my life every single day, and I make a big point of taking time to smell the roses and noticing how lucky I am. I never want to take that for granted.

The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.

The rose blinds the sharpshooting champions.

The rose does not bloom without thorns. True, but would that the thorns did not outlive the rose.

The rose goes on the front, big guy.

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose.

The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.

The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.

The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.

The rose is often found near the nettle.

The scenery of mountains painted on the ever-changing azure canvas of the sky, the mysterious mechanism of the human body, the rose, the green grass carpet, the magnanimity of souls, the loftiness of minds, the depth of love - all these things remind us of a God who is beautiful and noble.

The Scriptures bear ample and continuous evidence that the faith of the resurrection of the body lies in the faith that Jesus Christ died and rose again.

The scary thing is that this band was founded in 1988, and back then it was Guns N' Roses, L.A. Guns and , like, 'What chick am I gonna be with tonight?' - it was that mentality, you know, around a keg.

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.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.

The Tea Party is an organic, spontaneous movement that rose up in opposition to to the Pelosi-Reid-Obama agenda.

The spiritual path is not strewn with roses.

...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.

They [Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun] had their disagreements, it wasn't all sunshine and roses, but it isn't that way for any married couple.

The White House encouraged Tom Brady to be more of a role model. They would've said more, but there was a drunken Secret Service agent streaking across the Rose Garden.

The wit of men compared to that of women is like rouge compared to the rose.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

They claim that autism naturally occurs at about 18 months, when the MMR is routinely given, so the association is merely coincidental and not causal. But the onset of autism at 18 months is a recent development. Autism starting at 18 months rose very sharply in the mid-1980s, when the MMR vaccine came into wide use. A coincidence? Hardly!

They gave our Master a crown of thorns, why do we hope for a crown of roses?

This tough-love, winner-take-all narrative dominating policymaking is far too limited a way to think about how a complex, modern, diverse economy like ours expands and thrives. The strongest periods of economic growth in the 20th century were also times when incomes rose across the board.

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

Tis emblematic, the rose of youth and health soon fades when watered by the tear of affliction.

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.

Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in her breast climbed to her throat and gathered songless, hovering, all tumult, wing to wing, so ardent for those climes where all things end.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.