Quotes About Briar Rose

#1. She married the prince
and all went well
except for the fear
the fear of sleep.
Briar Rose
was an insomniac ...
She could not nap
or lie in sleep
without the court chemist
mixing her some knock-out drops
and never in the prince's presence.

Anne Sexton

#2. Briar Rose awakens to grace us with her gentle presence once more."
"Shut up," says Vol.
"Your thorns are showing.

Nenia Campbell

#3. If I had one dog, I'd want a hundred. If I had one kid, I'd probably want a hundred. I mean, it's just the way I am.

Simon Cowell

#4. I never had any desire to get a tattoo. If I was ever going to get one, I would get a plain anchor with a rope around it, the most unimaginative possible tattoo, like Popeye had.

John Waters

#5. Sweet-briar and southern-wood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is - I know it well - it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.

Charlotte Bronte

#6. shifted his weight from one foot to the

Fred Nath

#7. And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.

Oscar Wilde

#8. Flavius has never put a single question to us as to what we were. In his mind, I found, devotion and acceptance far superseded curiosity or fear.

Anne Rice

#9. Sachin is the greatest role model I've ever met.

Gary Kirsten

#10. Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Emily Bronte

#11. Contrary to what people may say, there's no upper limit to stupidity.

Stephen Colbert

#12. Ambition is a tunnel that you run through that doesn't end.

Curtis Jackson

#13. Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.

Anne Sexton

#14. Once we have accepted the story we cannot escape the story's fate.

P.L. Travers

#15. I might be 30 years old, but a girl never outgrows the need for her mother.

Debbie Macomber

#16. Things begin, things end. Just when we seem to arrive at a quiet place, we are swept up, suddenly, between the body's smoothe, functioning predictability, and the need for disruption. We do irrational things, outrageous things. Or else something will come along and intervene, an unimaginable foe.

Carol Shields