Top 82 Quotes About Red Roses
#1. I'm talking about the language of flowers. It's from the Victorian era, like your name. If a man gave a young lady a bouquet of flowers, she would race home and try to decode it like a secret message. Red roses mean love; yellow roses infidelity. So a man would have to choose his flowers carefully.
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
#2. Your eyes hide a tenderness that is more sensitive than all the red roses of the world.
Avijeet Das
#3. A cool red rose and a pink cut pink, a collapse and a sold hole, a little less hot. - Red roses.
Gertrude Stein
#4. The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.
Anne Rice
#5. All of our early hits, 'Danke Schoen' and 'Red Roses,' were produced by Bobby Darin.
Wayne Newton
#6. There was a knight came riding by
In early spring, when the roads were dry;
And he heard that lady sing at the noon,
Two red roses across the moon.
William Morris
#7. Red roses lure you in with beauty and passion, which is why they suit Halston so well. Can they hurt you? Yes. If you don't know how to handle them. Beautiful things should be that way, difficult to get to, to touch. Otherwise it'd be too easy for people to destroy them.
Jessica Hawkins
#8. Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships
Ruskin Bond
#9. Red roses symbolizes love. Thorns will hurt you and red roses consists of thorns.
Monika Ramzy
#10. To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.
Williston Fish
#11. I write the way I do because some women don't want red roses and champagne--they need black roses and knives.
Suzanne Steele
#12. Our two hearts,
they have bloomed in the garden -
there
where our souls;
in red roses originate.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#14. But she had to go to bed first, and all night she slept soundly on her bed of hay, dreaming of nothing but of shining mountains with red roses all over them, among which happy little Snowflake went leaping in and out.
Johanna Spyri
#15. She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose.
Oscar Wilde
#16. The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one
I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.
Knut Hamsun
#17. Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
Goodale Sisters
#18. Theta loved pretty things more than air or food. She had a deep fondness for full red roses, pink shells, and starry sunsets.
Lena Goldfinch
#19. Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.
Saint Augustine
#20. My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
Francesca Lia Block
#21. I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Louis Armstrong
#22. Roses are red, Violettes are bllue,
Valentines day is consumerous crap,now don't you have ironing to do
Unlikely thing to read in a valentines day card
Mock Of The Week The Show
#23. Pickup line ... pickup line ... she racked her brain until she found an explanation and brightened. Mine would be - roses are red, violets are blue, if you don't do what I say I will kill you.
Gena Showalter
#24. She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.
Kiera Cass
#25. Roses are red, violets are blue, get in my bed and be ready to screw.
K. Bromberg
#26. Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.
Gena Showalter
#27. Above us hung a tapestry of silver and gold and palest green that in my world had faded into white: a great oak so entwined with ivy it had died, its bare branches pushing through the leaves like bone. I stared at the roses, wanting to hold my hands to such red, but like the light, they burned cold.
Patricia A. McKillip
#28. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ...
William Shakespeare
#29. Roses are red, violets are blue. You may not know it, but someone loves you.
Meg Cabot
#30. Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be very afraid
We're coming for you.
Gena Showalter
#31. Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like potatoes
and so do you
Myself
#32. I turn my head and stare out the casement window at the royal gardens instead, wet and slippery and dark as the center of a body, where the roses twitch an extinguished red.
Alexandra Kleeman
#33. Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?
Rocky Quicksilver
#34. Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandburg
#35. Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.
Patrick Rothfuss
#36. Roses are red and violets are blue, That played-out shit isn't for you. I got your love letter right here in my eyes. If you look deep enough, you'll see through the lies.
Wendy Higgins
#37. But should Bortz have exfoliated the mere words so lushly, into such unnatural roses, under which whose red, scented dusk, dark history slithered unseen?
Thomas Pynchon
#38. I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburmum on his birthday,-
The tree is living yet.
Thomas Hood
#39. My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
Henry Constable
#40. Agree!" This came from Sandra. "Roses are red, violets are blue, rhyming is hard. Wine.
Penny Reid
#41. The year is a book, isn't it, Marilla? Spring's pages are written in Mayflowers and violets, summer's in roses, autumn's in red maple leaves, and winter in holly and evergreen.
L.M. Montgomery
#42. Bremer also observed "a pretty little white boy of about seven years of age sitting among some tall Negro girls. The child had light hair, the most lovely light brown eyes, and cheeks as red as roses; he was, nevertheless, the child of a slave mother, and was to be sold as a slave.
Michelle Gordon Jackson
#43. Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Oscar Levant
#44. Novels are read
Or their authors are blue.
Support Indie writers:
Buy their books, post reviews!
Cheri Gillard
#45. She bathed with roses red,
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.
Edmund Spenser
#46. Depriving someone of their freedom is the most despicable act imaginable. Anyone guilty of it should be BURIED so they can rot and be reincarnated as roses.
Mizuho Kusanagi
#47. Roses are red / Gender is performative / Mass-market romance / Is heteronormative
Stefanie Gray
#48. Roses are red, tires are black, you're the only pussy I wanna ride bareback.
K. Bromberg
#49. I'm feeling fuckin' poetic at the moment, too," Mack said on a laugh.
"Oh yeah?"
"Roses are fuckin' red. Violets are ball-blue. You're my bitch now, 'cause I fuckin' love
you," Mack rasped.
"Fucking poetic genius.
Mia Watts
#50. It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.
Kiera Cass
#51. Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.
Oscar Wilde
#52. Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn't; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels. I will say to you: You are dear to me as attar of roses. Please do not get eaten.
Catherynne M Valente
#53. Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm sick of this poem,
you probably are too.
Anne Mazer
#54. The old men are as red as roses, and still handsome. A clear skin, a peach-bloom complexion, and good teeth are found all over the island.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#55. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
Oscar Wilde
#56. Roses are red, violets are blue,
This room's a psycho shopping zoo.
The fashion's a disaster, the mirrors are large,
And somebody left a crazy lady with needles in charge.
Debora Geary
#57. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but Carrie White eats shit.
Stephen King
#58. Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everything's possible
Nothing is true.
Alan Moore
#59. Roses are red, violets are blue, if I get you in bed, it would be really cool.
Lauren Oliver
#60. Roses are red and violets are purple,
sugar is sweet and so is maple surple.
Roger Miller
#61. Roses are red,
That much is true,
But violets are violet,
AND NOT FREAKING BLUE.
Anonymous
#62. Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.
Laurie Lee
#63. And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime.
That is not the color of red at all.
Rick Yancey
#64. Roses are red, violets are blue, all I want to do is wrap my words around you!
David Lubkin
#65. I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
#66. Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Never Ross, I heart the fuck out of you.
C.M. Stunich
#67. window, and every year bore the most beautiful roses, white and red.
Jacob Grimm
#68. In the embers shining bright
A garden grows for thy delight,
With roses yellow, red, and white.
But, O my child, beware, beware!
Touch not the roses growing there,
For every rose a thorn doth bear.
Richard Watson Gilder
#69. Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.
Gerry Cheevers
#70. Evan ran his finger across the faded leather spines. He laughed at how silly some of the names were: Paint Your Roses Red, Edelweiss and Me, World of Mushrooms and Fungi, The Toadstool Diaries, Daffodils Unseen and Exotic Plants Unleashed, to name but a few.
H.B. Bolton
#71. Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm using my hand But I'm thinking of you. - Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I'm using my hand to write this note ... get your mind out of the gutter.
L. H. Cosway
#72. Roses are red, violets are blue, so are my balls thanks to you.
Ralphie May
#73. Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Zombies are Dead
And soon you be too
- Frosty, Zombie Slayer
Gena Showalter
#74. By July we had strawberries, red currants, raspberries, veal, dill, baby turnips, marrow. Mussolini resigned, and Italy capitulated. Roses could be had.
Elise Blackwell
#75. They blossom ever where you tread ...
Wild roses bloody red.
L.J.Smith
#76. Roses are red,
And ready for plucking,
You're sixteen,
And ready for high school.
Kurt Vonnegut
#77. All the roses from my kingdom are red. There's no need for paint.
Ishbelle Bee
#78. Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.
Katherine Mansfield
#79. Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.
Derek Jarman
#80. Roses are red, Violets are blue. I'm just a fucked up hit man, And nothing rhymes with that.
Pepper Winters
#81. Roses are red. Violets are blue. Garbage gets dumped, and now so have you. - Brian (to Amy)
Elizabeth Eulberg
#82. My mother had painted the white roses red and now she claimed they grew that way.
Jeanette Winterson
