Top 100 My Rose Quotes
#1. 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.
Ann-Marie MacDonald
#2. You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.
Himanshu Singla
#3. 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
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#4. She could make her office my rose garden, forever, if she so chose.
Elise Kova
#5. Sure my rose-colored glasses don't let me see the world for what it is NOW but what they allow is the chance to see what the world would look like if people cared enough to plant more roses
Matthew Goldfinger
#6. The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, - it must have been
Very pretty.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#7. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#8. Princess, you could never be that. You are unique to me. (Zarek) Am I your rose? (Astrid) Yes, you are my rose. There is only one of you in all the millions of planets and stars. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#9. Nobody knew my rose of the world but me ... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart
Tennessee Williams
#10. We are not immortal ourselves, my friend; how can we expect our enjoyments to be so? We have no rose without its thorn; no pleasure without alloy. It is the law of our existence; and we must acquiesce.
Thomas Jefferson
#11. Some of my favorite films are musicals, like 'Walk the Line,' 'The Rose' and 'Lady Sings the Blues.' I just love the way the music and the story fuel each other.
Gina Prince-Bythewood
#12. It was no wonder my love life was so messed up when the most profound and intimate moments were always being interrupted by dire situations
Richelle Mead
#13. William glanced at her sword. His upper lip rose, showing her his teeth. My, my, Lord Bill, what big fangs you have. That was all right. She wasn't Red Riding Hood, she wasn't scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn't know which way was up for a week.
Ilona Andrews
#14. Since love first made the breast an instrument
Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart
Was molten to a mirror, like a rose
I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang
This mirror in your sight
Gaze you therein
Muhammad Iqbal
#15. Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
Richelle Mead
#16. You know, Rose, Mr. Louie's altogether my idea of what a gentleman should be. He's a little bit undersized, I know. But there! What's an inch or two when you love a man?
Countess Barcynska
#17. Valentine lifted Rose to look her in the eye. You are staying away from men, my
sugar cake. Men are evil, wicked, and devious. I know this, because I am one.
Suzanne Enoch
#18. I hate it when you're the sane one. That's my job.
Richelle Mead
#19. I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it,
It was dark, and I was sober,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.
Adele
#20. The man chuckled. "You would do well to speak kindly of her. She will be your Queen before long.
"Over my dead body," Rose snapped.
Brandi Gillilan
#21. I also carry a clear-and-rose-quartz chakra wand in my handbag.
Miranda Kerr
#22. For the longest time, I saw them as the end of my journey, but now I thing they were always meant to represent the beginning of yours.
Alexandra Bracken
#23. My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.
Fiona Apple
#24. Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!
Charles Godfrey Leland
#25. It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Robert Browning
#26. Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Elyse M. Fitzpatrick
#27. What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.
Agatha Christie
#28. To my wife Marganit and my children Ella Rose and Daniel Adam without whom this book would have been completed two years earlier.
Joseph J. Rotman
#29. My heart, far too sensitivefor this human world.My heart, so easily wounded, sheds rose tears of compassion.
Mary Summer Rain
#30. My desk is covered with talismans: pieces of rose quartz, wishing stones from a favorite beach.
Dani Shapiro
#31. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
Madeline Miller
#32. In three weeks my betrothed is coming here, to the castle. But Rose, I can't marry her. I tried to believe that I could love her, and I'm sure I could have had I not met you. But knowing you, Rose, loving you as I do, I can't possibly marry someone else. So I came up with a plan.
Melanie Dickerson
#33. In a very bad breach of guardian protocol, he caught a hhold of my hand and pulled me towards him."and?" he asked, wrapping me iin his embrace.
"I think she'd ask,'What have we gotten ourselves into?
Michelle Read
#34. In my next life, I would like to be Charlie Rose or Howard Stern or maybe something in between.
Jason Calacanis
#35. Yep, that's me. I know. I know. You're humbled I'm here, feel like throwing rose petals at my feet, blah, blah, blah. No need, though. Just try and think of me as a normal guy
-William
Gena Showalter
#36. Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.
Lily Allen
#37. Rue not my death. Rejoice at my repose, It was no death to me but to my woes. The bud was opened to let out the rose. The chain was loosed to let the captive go." - ROBERT SOUTHWELL ON MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS
J.T. Ellison
#38. What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Rumi
#39. Thievery is a time-honored profession, my girl. Not to be confused with these hooligans who mug people on the street, or bloodthirsty klutzes who burst into banks, guns blazing. We're discriminating. We're romantic." His voice rose in passion. "We're artists
Nora Roberts
#40. If I wasn't certain you were bigger than my thumb, I should've guessed your dress was fashioned from rose petals and spiders' web.
Jessica Brockmole
#41. Secrets are my profession. I know them inside and out. What separates me from someone I'm lying to isn't the lie. It's that I know I'm lying. It's a pane of glass---they can't see it, but I don't forget it's there.
Rose Lerner
#42. 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.
Richelle Mead
#43. Ida Belle nodded. All sorts of things rose out of the ground during Edgar. Why, my mother's coffin popped straight up out of the grave and cruised down Main Street. I always said you couldn't keep Moter down
Jana Deleon
#44. In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,
Since there your elements assemble.
Siegfried Sassoon
#45. For years and years I struggled
just to love my life. And then
the butterfly
rose, weightless, in the wind.
"Don't love you life
too much," it said,
and vanished
into the world.
Mary Oliver
#46. The dimple appeared. " I like staring at you." my brows rose. he chuckled. " that kind of sounded creepy, didn't it? What I meant is that ... well, yeah, I like staring at you. So it is as creepy as it sounds.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#47. And I rose up, and knew that I was tired, and continued my journey
Edward Thomas
#48. I thought Rose was making that fucking shit up."
"When you string together curse words, I go deaf a little in my right ear," Connor tells him. "What was that?
Krista Ritchie
#49. 'Play It Again Sam's opening shot is the same as 'Purple Rose's final one: a close-up of a face, rapt in a movie house. I've certainly felt that in my life. I've been known to cry watching Gene Kelly.
David Rakoff
#50. Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
Dorothy Parker
#51. My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
#52. My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities.
Kelley Armstrong
#53. So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
Alfred Austin
#54. I looked at you ... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.
So it was't my hair?
Richelle Mead
#55. I do believe all shall be well with you, Prue. It's come to my heart as soft as dew, and as sweet as a red rose, that you'll get love as well as give it. After my time, though, after my time. But no matter for that, so I do know it's to come.
Mary Webb
#56. He nodded. "You're right. It's probably for the best."
Bitterness rose in my throat. I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.
Mary E. Pearson
#57. The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.
Frederick Peterson
#58. I sent my daughter 40 roses last November because I thought she was 40. And she laughed her head off. She is not going to be 40 until this year!
Eartha Kitt
#59. Rose lit up. I'd totally help with that. Sydney's my friend, and I've got experience with -
Richelle Mead
#60. Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile.
Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.
Christine Feehan
#61. As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;
So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
Sara Teasdale
#62. Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.
Robert Herrick
#63. I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
Rumi
#64. O, the red rose may be fair, And the lily statelier; But my shamrock, one in three Takes the very heart of me!
Katharine Tynan
#65. ... our favorite Sayings from Ryke Meadows.
My favorite: I fucking love you.
Willow's: I don't fucking understand Tumblr.
Lo's: Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Lily's: Fucking fantastic.
Rose's: No means no. Better yet, fuck no.
Connor's: Connor Cobalt is a fucking narcissist.
Krista Ritchie
#66. There is something horrible about a flower;
This, broken in my hand, is one of those
He threw it in just now; it will not live another hour;
There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
Charlotte Mew
#67. I did great things in the theater. I did some nice roles, 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' or 'La Vie en Rose.' And I love my role in 'Frantic.'
Emmanuelle Seigner
#68. My parents came from Russia and suddenly they wound up in Boston, Massachusetts, Brookline, Massachusetts and they felt the sun rose and set on Franklin Delano Roosevelt's backside because he meant so much to them. This was freedom. This was something totally different from the Russia they had left.
Mike Wallace
#69. That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.
Richelle Mead
#70. You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I've never been so strong. Now I'm where I belong.
Maya Angelou
#71. But then my lower lip started trembling and a fog of sadness rose through my chest and head, emerging as tears.
Camille Pagan
#72. He's not really my man," I protested.
One fuzzy white eyebrow rose over the lens of his glasses. "You were certainly ogling him as if he was.
Katie MacAlister
#73. And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet.
I'm Rose Hathaway.
Richelle Mead
#74. Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.
A.B. Shepherd
#75. My dear," Rose said, "you might be surprised at how much happiness you can find in the pages of the shortest love stories. Unlike penises, their length truly does not count.
Samantha Sotto
#76. Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.
Alex Flinn
#77. Both parents were very encouraging - especially my father. My father thought the sun rose and set with me. Neither one had a musical background or any musical talent. They liked classical music, but neither could carry a tune.
Gordon Getty
#78. She was right about something else too," Dimitri said after a long pause. My back was to him, but there was a strange quality to his voice that made me turn around.
"What's that?" I asked.
"That I do still love you."
With that one sentence, everything in the universe changed.
Richelle Mead
#79. This is going to happen."
"What?" I ask, my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. His finger comes up and skims down the center of my face, forehead to chin.
"You and I, , we're going to happen.
Aurora Rose Reynolds
#80. My notebook was filled with images of things a lady had no business being fascinated by, yet I couldn't control my curiosity.
Kerri Maniscalco
#81. I'd said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
Richelle Mead
#82. Like a rose bud, my heart always desires to bloom and spread the fragrance of love, beauty, and kindness of mankind.
Debasish Mridha
#84. Because of baseball I smelled the rose of life. I wanted to travel, and to have nice clothes. Baseball allowed me to do all those things, and most important, during my time with the Crawfords, it allowed me to become a member of the brotherhood of friendship which will last forever.
Cool Papa Bell
#85. 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.
Yo-Yo Ma
#86. I rose and turned to go. Over my shoulder, I said, "Go to hell, Aric." "Already here, wife.
Kresley Cole
#87. 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.
Bryan Fields
#88. The sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.
James Crumley
#89. Waited for sleep, that gentle mockery of death, to take me. I longed for its effacing grace. But its peace eluded me, and I rose from the bed, my head pounding from the salty torrent of my tears and the ache deep in my stomach.
Rick Yancey
#90. Holy crap," I said. While staring off at Rose and Dimitri, a brilliant flash had caught my eye - a flash on Rose's finger.
"What's that?" I exclaimed. "Did you rob Lissa's crown jewels?
Richelle Mead
#91. I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
Bert Williams
#92. The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.
Ewan MacColl
#93. Be brave, be bold, my dear, but do not be too bold. Do not go looking for trouble. It has a way of finding you on its own, soon enough.
-Rose
Rafe Martin
#94. All nature works, and then rests; works and rests. I caught its rhythm and worked and rested with it. When I felt that inertia stealing over me, I rested; and while resting my power recuperated - the tide rose in me.
Elizabeth Towne
#95. You're imagining things. Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind. -Rose Hathaway
Richelle Mead
#96. And motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief
Richelle Mead
#97. I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at
him. "What was that?"
His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss."
"Why?"
"Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.
Elizabeth Morgan
#98. 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.
Tarun Shanker
#99. But I believed myself totally unfitted for the company of strangers. Such were my reflections as I commenced my journey; but as I proceeded, my spirits and hopes rose.
Mary Shelley
#100. Though day, the crickets called in the grass; my mother's singing rose from the camp. I lifted my arms; I could not help it. The breeze itself was warm; the islands soft with moss; the loons calling melancholy in forgotten bays; and Life in all its operations seemed unspeakably generous.
M T Anderson
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