Top 100 Quotes About Rose
#1. If you want to get rid of Rose then fine, I'll take care of it. But I don't think that is going to solve your problem. You'll still be here. And you are your problem.
Holly Hood
#2. A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. "I love him", she said simply.
Oscar Wilde
#3. That's the nature of the truth, though. What's fun about being dropped into ice water? That's why half the world walks around wearing rose-colored glasses, watching comedies and reading romance books.
Tarryn Fisher
#4. 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
#5. The American Beauty Rose can be produced in the splendor and fragrance which bring cheer to its beholder only by sacrificing the early buds which grow up around it. This is not an evil tendency in business. It is merely the working-out of a law of nature and a law of God.
John D. Rockefeller
#6. Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead ... she was now too exhausted to sleep
and too heartbroken to weep.
Diane Setterfield
#7. Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero."
"Not yet," I said.
Richelle Mead
#8. How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Victor Hugo
#9. The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.
Robert Frost
#11. I rose, locking eyes with Maxon, who I noticed had stopped chewing.
Kiera Cass
#12. Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.
Jennifer Donnelly
#13. Any eye at all practiced in the signs of a frontier warfare, might easily have traced all those unerring evidences of the ruthless results which attends an Indian vengeance.
Still, the sun rose on the Lenape a nation of mourners.
James Fenimore Cooper
#14. I marvel at the fact you've lived to your age and no one's taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your ass. (Aiden)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#15. When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness the frail blue shape of it looked like the pitch of some last venture at the edge of the world. Something all but unaccountable. And so it was.
Cormac McCarthy
#16. The fact that the idea don't come freshly on us makes it necessary for it to be better in order to be good at all. The first rose must have driven the first smeller perfectly wild, but every rose since has smelt just as well.
Susan Hale
#17. All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Robert Browning
#20. A girl of sixteen had a complexion like a rose, and she put on rouge.
Stendhal
#21. Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.
Crystal Woods
#22. As I climb aboard The Wilted Rose with Freedom Matthews I will find out what really happens to the characters in this out of this world of a book!!!!! and understand her writting and the book.
Freedom Matthews
#23. Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers' oaths.
William Shakespeare
#24. What kind of bird do you think these feathers come from?' she asked.
'I don't know. A swan?'
'You had better stop wearing those wings, then.
A swan might fall in love with you. And as you
probably know, swans mate for life.'
'You are a funny one, Rose.
Heather O'Neill
#25. once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself. How's that for a happily ever after?
Amanda Lovelace
#26. The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.
Parke Godwin
#27. And so the Wolf of the West rose from the stone! And so he will rise again if ever the folk of the Six Duchies call to him in need.
Robin Hobb
#28. ... but Charlie had seen love and prise flare in the brown eyes, burning away every trace of sadness and timidity. Rose Petch, she knew, would never abandon her child the way Charlie's mother had abandoned her. ... Charlie stood, trembling, torn nearly in two by jealousy and longing ...
Ellen Renner
#29. I was testing dorm security. It sucks. -Rose to Dimitri
Richelle Mead
#30. Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
William Butler Yeats
#31. He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.
Margaret Atwood
#32. Exactly." Logan folded his hands again. "I wish I could be more helpful. I would like to discuss this with you again, Dr. Court." "In the meantime, we have a pattern." Ben crushed out his cigarette as he rose. "We
Nora Roberts
#33. Love would never b a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.
Jack Canfield
#34. The stone is called the Rose of Lucifer, or Lucifer's Bane," the senator explained with a smile. "Have you heard the story?
Melissa De La Cruz
#35. A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
John Greenleaf Whittier
#36. Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.
Shirley Jackson
#37. You are a rose bush left out in the wild, scraping for survival. You have fought for everything you have, and you thrive on the struggle. You're called to it. The harder things are, the better you get.
Denise Grover Swank
#38. Oh, now, Ria, you malign me. I'm as honest as a rose garden is beautiful."
"And as full of dung," replied Sophronia without missing a beat.
Gail Carriger
#39. Pink,
You are gentle and sweet just like this rose. When your rose pink lips smiled at me that first time I remembered how to smile.
~Riley
Ottilie Weber
#41. Rose clasped her hands and stared into his eyes, loving him, drinking in his love for her, for the last time.
Melanie Dickerson
#42. He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#43. The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily
do not rob the little violet of it's scent nor the daisy of its simple charm.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Therese De Lisieux
#44. I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by my wrist and pushed me back into my chair. 'It is both, or none,' said he. 'You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#45. The moon rose, striking fire from the Cimmerian's horned helmet. No call awoke the echoes; yet suddenly the night grew tense and the jungle held its breath. Instinctively Conan loosened the great sword in its sheath.
Robert E. Howard
#46. I grew up in Cuba under a strong, military, oppressive dictatorship. So as a teenager, I found myself involved in a revolution. I remember during that time, a young, charismatic leader rose up, talking about hope and change. His name was Fidel Castro.
Rafael Cruz
#47. With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
A.E. Housman
#48. A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.
Nicholson Baker
#49. Every day is great for me. I dislike rose-coloured glasses.
Mark E. Smith
#50. As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
George R R Martin
#51. Told you he's a cuddly one." The other Arum leaned his arms on the roof of the car and a brow rose over the dark sunglasses he also wore. "Cuddly as a damn porcupine." Daemon raised a middle finger. This was going well.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#53. CHAPTER XLIV THE TIME ARRIVES, FOR NANCY TO REDEEM HER PLEDGE TO ROSE MAYLIE. SHE FAILS
Charles Dickens
#54. Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has it's thorn.
Poison
#55. Mysticism - Magic and Yoga - is the means, therefore, to a new universal life, richer, greater and more full of resource than ever before, as free as sunlight, as gracious as the unfolding of a rose. It is for man (and woman) to take.
Israel Regardie
#56. Yudkin also fed high-sugar diets to college students and reported that it raised their cholesterol and particularly their triglycerides; their insulin levels rose, and their blood cells became stickier, which he believed could explain the blood clots that seemed to precipitate heart attacks.
Gary Taubes
#57. I love you Roza spoken by Dimitri to rose in the book Spirt Bound
Richelle Mead
#58. Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust ...
Stephen King
#59. With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
Heinrich Heine
#60. One of the mistakes women have made is to romanticize life in the rose-covered cottage and then, discovering their error, proceed to romanticize life in the working world.
Juanita M. Kreps
#61. My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just mean that they are two basic facts about me.
Emily Giffin
#62. I am but dirt and dust in kind, and you a rich and radiant rose...
J.R.R. Tolkien
#63. I have sat here happy in the gardens, Watching the still pool and the reeds And the dark clouds ... But though I greatly delight In these and the water lilies, That which sets me nighest to weeping Is the rose and white colour of the smooth flag-stones, And the pale yellow grasses Among them.
Richard Aldington
#64. My motrher says friendship should be slowly and carefully cultivated, like a rose garden, like a romance in a story. That every reason you care about someone should be rational.
She says I care too quickly.
But friendship has never been somenting I could do halfway
Betsy Cornwell
#65. Be happy, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
Oscar Wilde
#66. Among my activities was membership in the Boy Scouts; I rose each year through the ranks, eventually achieving the rank of Eagle Scout and undertaking leadership roles in the organization.
Frederick Reines
#67. Instead, she rose a little onto her toes and they kissed again.
Scott Westerfeld
#68. They miss Rachel and Lillian Rose every minute of every day. It doesn't bring them any comfort to see him standing there and know that their daughter and granddaughter are gone.
Joe Flaherty
#69. She rose. "I'll just go get the wine."
"I'm not interested in wine."
She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. "You will be. When I start licking it off you.
J.D. Robb
#70. I would regard meanings
given by others so far
as refreshing boon,
I would still be enamoured of rose
or any heartless flower's smell
if tender tides of your affection
had not suffused
the pollens of my heart
with loving aroma.
Suman Pokhrel
#71. The audacious telegraph operator took the flower from his buttonhole and said to her: I give you my life in this rose.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#72. The old seraph, parcel-gilded, among violets Inhaled the appointed odor, while the doves Rose up like phantoms from chronologies.
Wallace Stevens
#73. The Reagan years "produced one of the most dramatic redistributions of income in the nation's history ... The income of families in the bottom decile fell by 10.4 percent ... while the income of those in the top one percent rose by 87.1 percent."
Chain Reaction, 23
Thomas B. Edsall
#74. Groups that rose from poverty to prosperity seldom did so by having their own racial or ethnic leaders to follow.
Thomas Sowell
#75. All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time."
Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?"
Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner.
J.R. Ward
#76. But to a higher mark than song can reach,
Rose this pure eloquence.
William Wordsworth
#77. I couldn't think about novels at all. It seemed the only writing that was appropriate to that horrendous event was journalism, reportage. And, in fact, I think the profession rose quite honorably to the task. Novelists require a slower turnover, I mean, in time.
Ian McEwan
#78. it's a fitting salute to a heroine who rose over bad costumes and unflattering cinematography (remember those days of relentless soft-focus?) to become the sole reason many of us watched Hindi films at one time. And all these years on, Madhuri Dixit still makes it look as easy as ek, do, teen.
Baradwaj Rangan
#79. In two weeks a man could completely refashion his history; he could walk all the way to Ohio or Iowa, change his name and his accent, disappear into another life. In the woods, footprints faded, the wind rose up to disperse of clothing, flesh became grass.
Alice Hoffman
#80. The river, it's banks as yet untamed wandered languidly through thickets of rush and papyrus. Ibises waded in the shallows; in the deeps hippos rose and sank slowly like pickled eggs.
Terry Pratchett
#81. Thus with the year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
John Milton
#82. If Rose's streak was still intact, with that single to left, the fans would be throwing babies out of the upper deck.
Jerry Coleman
#83. It's my real name. My mother's name is Rose Rock. It was the worst name as a kid to have. They called me Piece of the Rock, Plymouth Rock, Joe Rockid, and Flintstones. Now they call me Mister Rock.
Chris Rock
#84. What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Jen Holling
#85. No," said the demon. "A witch is just a girl who knows her mind. I am better than a witch. But look at the great orgy coming up like a rose around me. No night in Hell could be as bright.
Catherynne M Valente
#86. All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
William Butler Yeats
#87. But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
#88. If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: 'I'm cheap!'
Delta Burke
#89. She drove slowly into town as the gold and rose fingers of the dawn reached toward fading stars that eluded them.
Dean Koontz
#90. The lake was no longer frozen; the complete stillness of the water
was in stark contrast to what she has just seen only moment ago. On the side
of the lake Rose could see the four figures still there and her fear returned....
Tomos A. Roberts
#91. Pitch tugged at Orias's coat. "Don't. Don't do it." Mactalde set his goblet on a nearby table and rose. The fire lit his face from the bottom up. "You've come so far on your quest to save your people. I don't think you can abandon them now." And the gut-wrenching truth was ... he couldn't.
K.M. Weiland
#93. Your guardian angel must have been working over time,' Penny laughed shakily.
Rose laughed as she put her arms around her sister and hugged her. 'More like the Devil taking care of his own.
Margaret Dickinson
#94. For the illuminated believer, however, the unifying and satisfying element in every circumstance is always the glory of God, not some sentimental, rose-colored view of the situation that makes him feel better about it.
Jim Berg
#95. You are not your past. You are the warrior that rose above it to become the example of someone who didn't survive, but thrived in creating the most beautiful last chapter of their life.
Shannon L. Alder
#96. How was it that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this - smoke, thinning as it rose and was received by the big, annihilating sky?
Truman Capote
#97. Wisdom will not go with comforting illusions, false sentiment, or the use of rose-colored glasses.
J.I. Packer
#98. She followed him into a dark parlor to which clung the musky sweet smell of clean Negro, snuff, and Hearts of Love hairdressing. Several shadowy forms rose when she entered.
Harper Lee
#99. His young man's limbs, sleek in their dark male pride, seemed to disdain the covering offered them by the brief shorts and striped jersey. His body might have been naked, like his full, muscled throat, which rose, round and proud as the male organ of a flower, from the neck of his sweater.
Stella Gibbons
#100. Kyle shook his head. "The first ride is for you." He lifted her up and she sat on the rose horse. He stood beside
Barbara Cool Lee
