Quotes About Roses And God

#1. Oh dear God, no, stop!"

Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?

I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God.

-Bryony and Roses by T. Kingfisher

T. Kingfisher

#2. O rose! the sweetest blossom,
Of spring the fairest flower,
O rose! the joy of heaven.
The god of love, with roses
His yellow locks adorning,
Dances with the hours and graces.

James Gates Percival

#3. A black widow loves her mate then kills him. A praying mantis loves her mate then eats him. Women love my dad, but he's too big to eat.

Christopher Titus

#4. She was, after all, a mattress owner and understood the subtleties of life.

Ilya Ilf

#5. I think we're much smarter than we were. Everybody knows that abstract art can be art, and most people know that they may not like it, even if they understand there's another purpose to it.

Roy Lichtenstein

#6. There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?
But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.
No wind whatsoever brought you now.
Now you're here.
What you were isn't you, or else the whole rose would be here.

Alberto Caeiro

#7. 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

#8. Hatred is a parasite that devours all. One doesn't build upon hatred, but upon love.

Henri Matisse

#9. My own view, which does not rely solely on religious faith or even on an original idea, but rather on ordinary common sense, is that establishing binding ethical principles is possible when we take as our starting point the observation that we all desire happiness and wish to avoid suffering.

Dalai Lama

#10. Bad taste makes more millionaires than good taste.

Charles Bukowski

#11. To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today.

Witold Gombrowicz

#12. One individual is his or her own best teacher, and no other idol or false image should be worshiped or adored because the God we are all seeking lies inside oneself, not outside.

Shirley Maclaine

#13. Oh deaf Gog, no, stop!"

Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?

"I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God.

T. Kingfisher

#14. God made a wonderful mother, a mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, and He molded her heart of pure gold; in her eyes He placed bright shining stars, in her cheeks, faith roses you see; god made a wonderful mother, and He gave that dear mother to me.

Pat O'Reilly

#15. The author squares man's depravity with still being made in the image of God with this word picture. A vase that has held beautiful roses though now broken, will nevertheless hold something of the fragrance it once contained.

A.W. Tozer

#16. In the beginning God made the seas, the mountains, the heavens, and buffalo knees. He made lilies, and dew drops, and snail shells, and roses, and dippers, and yappers, and snappers, and noses.

Lois Greiman

#17. When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#18. The kind-hearted won't inherit the earth but they make it a tolerable place to live.

Marty Rubin

#19. I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too!

C. JoyBell C.

#20. Sometimes the scariest things in life aren't the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn't want to know about. Which is why he created the Devil's Roses.

Tara Brown

#21. Basketball talent is basketball talent, no matter if it comes from the suburbs or the city. Take the time to know and understand me before you judge me. Only God can do that. Roses do grow from concrete!

Chris Webber

#22. Now there was the rustling of skirts, and it kicked up her smell, that distinctive blend of vanilla and violets, lavender and roses - an entire moving garden with a kitchen thrown in for good measure, and God save the allergic.

Meredith Duran

#23. Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?

Rocky Quicksilver

#24. The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#25. How I loved the feasts! ... I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. What a joy it was for me to throw flowers beneath the feet of God! ... I was never so happy as when I saw my roses touch the sacred Monstrance ...

Therese Of Lisieux

#26. She's clutching the worn leather journal. It's ironic how it now seems like a safety blanket for her, yet to him, it represents a tragic nightmare.

Ella Frank

#27. God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.

Amy Jarecki

#28. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.

George Herbert

#29. God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

J.M. Barrie

#30. Plant now the roses of Hope, Love, Promise, God Consciousness, and the Glory of your Soul.

Sylvia Browne

#31. I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.

Stevie Wonder

#32. I will send a shower of roses.

Therese Of Lisieux

#33. God has given His children a love that is so great in Christ that the world can't touch it with chocolates, roses, or diamonds.

Monica Johnson

#34. A man? If I need a man, wouldn't you think I'd have one of my own? Must I wait for you?

Studs Terkel

#35. Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.

Nathaniel Hawthorne