Best 977 quotes in «rose quotes» category

The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.

The porcelain rose is not as pretty as the one that decays.

The Presidency is not a bed of roses.

The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.

The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.

The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush.

The question of common sense is always: 'what is it good for?' - a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

The real shame about the ending of the Guns N' Roses when I got kicked out wasn't just that I got kicked out, but Slash and Axl stopped working together

There are enough painful experiences that go along with this trip that it keeps me in reality. It ain't all gems and roses.

The reason why we're warriors is that we rise to the occasion; anyone that's felt like the system put them down, and then they rose to the occasion, they're a warrior. It's not about whether you come from the hood or you come from the suburbs, you know what I mean? It's about reality and life.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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 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 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 are not long, the days of wine and roses.

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.