Quotes About Rose Petals

#1. A blush of roses on my face. [ ... ] I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage.

Tahereh Mafi

#2. Editing is like walking across a room strewn with rose petals and thorns. When you can walk across mostly unbloodied, you're finished.

Richard Due

#3. It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals.

Esther Warner Dendel

#4. Valentine's Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets!

David Letterman

#5. Some people are near- or farsighted - I'm thorn-sighted. The thorns on the rose are in really sharp definition for me, the rose petals a little fuzzier.

Danny Meyer

#6. Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light under a heap of rose-petals.

Thomas Hardy

#7. Then he made love to me on a bed of rose petals. Seriously.

Kristen Ashley

#8. You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

Jennifer Lopez

#9. The extraordinary mystique of hers made you think she lived on rose petals and listened to nothing but Mozart, but it wasn't true. She was quite funny and ribald. She could tell a dirty joke. She played charades with a great sense of fun and vulgarity, and she could be quite bitchy.

Andre Previn

#10. I wasn't expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the
least he could've done was make the bed.

Daria Snadowsky

#11. Women can be strong, Colum. Very strong when they have to be or when they're forced to be. On the outside we are like little rose petals, all soft and sweet, but on the inside we're often made of something a lot tougher because we have to be

Carolyn Brown

#12. Rose petals of a thousand shades fall from the trees as Golds fight beneath them. They're all red in the end.

Pierce Brown

#13. Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music

Basho Matsuo

#14. She also smiles up at him, and all that's missing is rose petals drifting down and violins playing.

Jo Raven

#15. *Rose petals, doves, and the sinister cherubs make a big reappearance, shouting, "Ready. Aim. Fire."*

Anne Eliot

#16. The God, who is greater than God, has only one thing on Her mind, and that is to drop, endlessly, rose petals on our heads. Behold the One who can't take His eyes off of you. Marinate in the vastness of that.

Gregory J. Boyle

#17. Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.

Anne Lamott

#18. 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

#19. 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

#20. 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

#21. The trip itself was the usual...adulation from all sides, rose petals strewn in my path everywhere I went, silver bells festooning the howdah on my private white elephant...you know the drill. I maintained my customary demeanor or regal calm and enigmatic silence throughout.

Charlotte MacLeod

#22. When I was in junior high I read a lot of Danielle Steele. So I always assumed that the day I got engaged I'd be naked, covered in rose petals, and sleeping with the brother of the man who'd kidnapped me.

Jenny Lawson

#23. Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Wallace Stegner

#24. We may be touched by the most powerful of suppositions--even to a certainty--as we stand in the rose petals of the sun and hear a murmur from the wind no louder than the sound it makes as it dozes under the bee's wings. This, too, I suggest, is the weather, and worthy of report.

Mary Oliver

#25. When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

Joel Stein

#26. Yes. He. Was. Just. Here. Spreading his goodwill and love all around Max's entryway. It's a wonder there aren't cherubs flying around sprinkling rose petals and rainbows erupting through the windows, an aftermath of his delightful visit.

Kristen Ashley

#27. No self-respecting cat wants to have its subtle personal odor masked by overtones of lavender or rose petals.

Nicholas Dodman

#28. They looked for all the world like miniaturized rose petals drained of their color. These pale petals were gathering in the wind like flocking birds - thousands of them, like a spring snowstorm.

John Green

#29. I don't need rose petals and moonshine. It's three in the afternoon on a Thursday, and I will die if you don't kiss me.

Ava Gray

#30. Runes, runes, runes ... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.

Ilona Andrews

#31. 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

#32. 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

#33. I donned my armor, lining my eyes with kohl until they were dark as death and patting crushed rose petals on my lips until they were scarlet as blood.

Roshani Chokshi

#34. wakened by pain
from a dream of pain
I wipe the sweat
and rose petals
scatter

Shiki Masaoka

#35. Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

Stephen King

#36. Stop shoving things up me. Stop shoving and stop cleaning it up. My vagina doesn't need to be cleaned up. It smells good already. Not like rose petals. Don't try to decorate.

Eve Ensler

#37. You are beautiful! Like the dew on rose petals, your beauty glistens and shines. Like the raindrops on eyelids, your beauty, forever defined. For those that can see you, they find beauty so rare. For those that receive you, find love in your care. Forever beautiful, Yes you are. You are beautiful!

Lorna Jackie Wilson

#38. Jenna and Vix laughed at that and, after making me promise to hang out with them tomorrow, practically waltzed out the door. I felt like there should have been rainbows and rose petals in their wake or something.
Ugh. That was catty.

Rachel Hawkins

#39. At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#40. I once took the key off my girlfriend's key ring so that I could surprise her when she got home. So I did this whole romantic setup in our bedroom with flowers and rose petals. She was so mad when she got home, but then when she walked in, she was so surprised.

Trey Songz

#41. 'We're not ... we haven't been writing poetry and sprinkling rose petals and tripping hand in hand under rainbows, Kay.'
'Just because you have Y chromosomes doesn't mean you can't tell each other how you feel, Dylan. Your penises won't fall off if you do.'

Kim Fielding

#42. I will say to all the fellas out there that, seriously, I am a setup. I'm just like rose petals. I'm like incense. I'm a background thing for you when you do your thing with your lady. I'm a friend, only assisting you in your lurve machinations. So have no fear of me, people.

Maxwell

#43. Focus your energy on the fragrance and beauty of the petals not on the thorns.

Amit Ray

#44. Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict's. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks.

Ellen Read

#45. The Rose has always been the premiere symbol of female sexuality. In primitive goddess cults, the five petals represented the five stations of female life - birth, menstruation, motherhood, menopause, and death. And in modern times, the flowering rose's ties to womanhood are considered more visual.

Dan Brown

#46. A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#47. Focus on the heart center and feel love. There is a flower there, but it's like a rose folded up. As you meditate, feel that the flower is opening. Each time you open a set of petals you're going deeper into eternal awareness.

Frederick Lenz

#48. Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem thorned with bright chrome.

William Gibson

#49. 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.

Frederick Lenz

#50. Life is an adventure of love that unfolds like the petals of a rose, transforming into a beauty that is boundless.

Sirona Knight

#51. Behave like the flower; it blooms with its own petals without bothering to take the colour of another flower's petals. You can excel with what you have!

Israelmore Ayivor

#52. Love is a rose whose petals never wither.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#53. A rose is still a rose, even hidden under different petals.

Erin R. Bedford

#54. Samarpreet Singh
From head to toe, That makes to souls close,
Red is colour with no. of petals, for you a flower ROSE

Samar Sudha

#55. As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Dante Alighieri

#56. She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

Sylvia Plath

#57. Only a perfect rose, has the power to persuade a perusal of its petals

Gaiven Clairmont

#58. Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.

Beverley Nichols

#59. A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks:
"Aren't you tired of waiting?"
"Yes," answers the rose, "but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.

Paulo Coelho

#60. Visualize a beautiful rose in the center of your chest. Imagine a soft reddish rose. Imagine that the rose is completely folded up. Visualize the first set of petals is gradually unfolding.

Frederick Lenz

#61. You can see a rose both in two ways. First, through its beautiful petals. The other, through its thorns

Aries Eroles

#62. 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

#63. 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

#64. the literary equivalent of tearing the petals off and grinding them up and running the goo through a spectrometer to explain why a rose smells so pretty.

David Foster Wallace

#65. And then something blossomed deep within and opened almost like the multitude petals of a rose, pushing back the tension in rippling waves as they bloomed until she surrendered to relaxation with a soft exclamation of surprise

Mary Balogh

#66. A MAN FINDS happiness so fleetingly, like the petals melting off a prairie rose. Even as you touch that feeling it dries up, leaving only the dust of that emotion, a powder of hope.

Louise Erdrich

#67. On the walk, like shredded lovely flesh, were the petals of the last gallant rose.

Sinclair Lewis

#68. I think, therefore I am. My fingers that caress these rose and frangipani petals are a result of my thoughts. I feel content, tender. I feel entranced, ecstatic and besotted by the fragrance of the flowers and this is because of my thoughts.

Mohamed Latiff Mohamed

#69. She appreciated his protection, of course, but she was not sure if she wanted to be looked at ... as if she were fragile. A thing to hold gingerly, as one holds a delicate rose, careful not to bump its silken petals lest they should spill to the floor.

Michelle Zink

#70. Even when you tear its petals off one after another,
the rose keeps laughing and doesn't bend in pain.
"Why should I be afflicted because of a thorn?
It is the thorn which taught me how to laugh."
Whatever you lost through fate,
be certain that it saved you from pain.

Rumi

#71. We wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how

Tupac Shakur

#72. Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.
No one was shallow. Not really.

Mary Balogh

#73. we wouldn't ask why a rose with damaged petals

Tupac Shakur

#74. She felt vaguely upset and unsettled. She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams. And in the garden the petals of the last red rose were scattered by a sudden little wind. Summer was over
it was Autumn.

L.M. Montgomery

#75. And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

Oscar Wilde

#76. She was a rare white rose in a kingdom of thorns, and she wouldn't let anyone stain her petals red.

Alex Johnson

#77. Look at her. She does blossom under kindness. Just like a rose, opening her petals.

Sylvain Reynard

#78. The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.

Donna Woolfolk Cross

#79. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, ...

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#80. Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Rumi

#81. 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

#82. And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seeds
for the patient painters who sketch the petals they will shade in alabaster and gold. Their sweat is the rain. Maybe the jazzman will send us a rose.

Kristen Henderson

#83. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face

Emily Dickinson

#84. His heart was a rose and in his skull another rose bloomed.
The room was full of grace. A sweet, clean grace, not washed clean, but clean as the innersides of the inner petals of a newly forced rosebud.

Nathanael West