Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet Quotes

#1. It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily.

Alexander Henry

#2. I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.

L.M. Montgomery

#3. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would not cost half as much during the winter months.

George Ade

#4. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

William Shakespeare

#5. The way I see it, we're all a little bit crazy, and that's what makes life interesting.

H.M. Ward

#6. A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but a woman called by a devaluing name will only be weakened by the misnomer.

Maya Angelou

#7. I feel that if I ever did adjust to prison, I could by that alone never adjust to society.

Jack Abbott

#8. A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET. BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE'S FRAGRANCE.

B. B. Warfield

#9. The name one gives is inessential.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by other name would smell as sweet.

Walpola Rahula

#10. Back to reality, after a brief but pleasant dream.

Jo Victor

#11. A rose will smell as sweet by any other name, but it must be the rose of liberty that I want and not the artificial product.

Mahatma Gandhi

#12. I believe we are slowly turning into a socialist government. The government is continually growing bigger and more powerful and the people need to prepare to defend themselves against government control.

Timothy McVeigh

#13. I saw the shadows of the bears before I saw the bears themselves: huge they were, and pale, made of the pages of fierce books: poems ancient and modern prowled the ice floes in bear-shape, filled with words that could wound with their beauty.

Neil Gaiman

#14. I snipped off the stem and took a knee.
"For you, my love. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet as your feet."
Jules smacked me on the back of the head.

B. Justin Shier