Top 100 Rose Flower Quotes
#1. The music, and the banquet, and the wine
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments
The white arms and the raven hair
the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Lord Byron
#2. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia Woolf
#4. 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
#5. Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God's masterpiece?
Patience Strong
#6. At first, she loved nought else but flowers,
And then-she only loved the rose;
And then-herself alone; and then-
She knew not what, but now-she knows.
Ridgely Torrence
#7. Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams," he told her once. "What we do is a wonder, an art, and we have a responsibility to do it well.
M.J. Rose
#8. Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.
Anne Ursu
#9. Strange is the riddle of this life of ours!
Who knows the meaning of the heavenly powers?
Great Caesar's wounds bleed yearly in the rose,
And flower-like ladies turn again to flowers.
Omar Khayyam
#10. Adversity is like the period of the rain ... cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
Walter Scott
#11. Decades have a delusive edge to them. They are not, of course, really periods at all, except as any other ten years may be. But we, looking at them, are caught by the different name each bears, and give them different attributes, and tie labels on them, as if they were flowers in a border.
Rose Macaulay
#12. It was not in the winter
Our loving lot was cast!
It was the time of roses,
We plucked them as we passed!
Thomas Hood
#13. You're a rose, the perfect flower. I'm a carnation, just a cheaper substitute.
Wendi Cassel
#14. What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
William Shakespeare
#16. 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
#17. I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.
Christina Rossetti
#18. The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
John Boyle O'Reilly
#19. The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
William Shakespeare
#20. It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Robert Browning
#21. And the eye became a body, the murky heart of a rose. The sinister shadow of an orchid. Or the indolent poppy balanced behind the ear of Baudelaire.
Patti Smith
#23. Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.
Celia Thaxter
#24. Rose spreads its fragrance
His fragrance is his message.
Sushil Singh
#25. If you want to say it with flowers, remember that a single rose screams in your face: 'I'm cheap!'
Delta Burke
#26. When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, "To whom it may concern!" And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.
John Godfrey Saxe
#27. If you go to a tree and start talking, or to a flower, a rose, people will think you are mad. If you go to the church and talk to the cross or to an image, nobody will think you are mad, they will think you are religious.
Osho
#28. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
John Milton
#29. O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#30. Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sting
#31. I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
William Butler Yeats
#32. To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect
Leonardo Da Vinci
#33. Daisies in water are the longest lasting
flower you can give to someone.
Fact.
Buy daisies.
Not roses.
Anne Sexton
#34. Here bloom red roses, dewy wet,
And beds of fragrant mignonette.
Goodale Sisters
#35. A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
William Carlos Williams
#36. When he pressed his lips to hers, she was not surprised. It happened the way the sun rose, the way a flower blossomed, the way fain fell from the sky, the way the dead stopped breathing. Naturally. Inevitably.
Lauren Kate
#37. I'll catch any rose in my vase-shaped heart, then process it through my vascular system, until there's nothing left.
Will Advise
#38. Had it lived long, is would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
Andrew Marvell
#39. In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful. Each has its own expression. Each flower its' own fragrance. Each bird its' own song. So you too have your own unique melody.
Diane Dreher
#40. 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
#41. People bring flowers and that's pretty memorable. I actually got a rose from one girl. She was so beautiful! I love all the screenings to be honest with you. I don't think I have gone to one single bad screening! Even if negative things happen, I turn it into positive reaction.
Tommy Wiseau
#43. We'd better go," I say. "It's time for you to make Hmong babies."
Toua pulls free from my grasp. "You little
"
"Go. Further the great Flower Clan. The mountainous homeland will sing from your victorious loins."
"You're disgusting!
Rose Christo
#44. Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
William C. Bryant
#45. Consider the rose ... The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right? But sometimes, you got to clip the rose. You got to cut the rose back, so something sweeter smelling and stronger, and even more beautiful, will grow in its place
Billy Crystal
#46. T'is the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone.
Thomas Moore
#47. Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#48. 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
#49. The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.
Cormac McCarthy
#50. Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearance, but for the memories in them, for their good wearing qualities and the thrift they represented.
Rose Wilder Lane
#51. Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.
John Hay
#52. Nature, left to her own devices, finds it hard to produce anything that is ugly. The work of the plant breeder should always be to enhance nature, not to detract from it ... we should strive to develop the rose's beauty in flower, growth and leaf.
David C.H. Austin
#53. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
William C. Bryant
#54. And offers me a black rose.
"I figured you'd hate flowers, so I decided to get one that matched your soul" He says. I take the flower, careful not to touch any of his long finger.
Sara Wolf
#55. Sweet-briar and southern-wood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is - I know it well - it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.
Charlotte Bronte
#56. A rose that blooms in the desert has the privilege of being the only flower for miles.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#57. Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year.
Lord Byron
#58. The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.
Frederick Peterson
#59. Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God on this world about us. He has inscribed His thoughts in these marvelous hieroglyphics which sense and science have been these many thousand years seeking to understand.
Theodore Parker
#61. You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose,
But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.
Too $hort
#62. O wild, dark flower of woman, Deep rose of my desire, An Eastern wizard made you Of earth and stars and fire.
Charles G.D. Roberts
#63. In reality, we live in every one. Deep down there is a rose in every heart.
Amit Ray
#64. She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
Marquis De Sade
#65. If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.
Henry Vaughan
#66. Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .
Cicely Mary Barker
#67. Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower:
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.
Thomas More
#68. Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
#69. If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.
Therese Of Lisieux
#72. As the rose-tree is composed of the sweetest flowers and the sharpest thorns, as the heavens are sometimes overcast - alternately tempestuous and serene - so is the life of man intermingled with hopes and fears, with joys and sorrows, with pleasure and pain.
Edmund Burke
#74. 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
#75. There is something horrible about a flower;
This, broken in my hand, is one of those
He threw it in just now; it will not live another hour;
There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
Charlotte Mew
#76. She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#77. Even the most beautiful flower, the rose," he argued, "has the thorn that makes it imperfect.
Lynetta Halat
#78. The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
Aberjhani
#79. You see a rose flower. Do you believe in it or do you disbelieve in it? You don't do anything, you simply look at it.
Osho
#80. I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
#81. 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
#83. 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
#84. I was a boy in the ads I did as a child. My sister was the girl, and I was the boy. I had short hair and I was in overalls and I was giving flowers to my sister Daisy, who fit their model of what a girl was supposed to look like.
Rose McGowan
#85. Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
Sappho
#86. Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on, could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
Tanya Tucker
#87. Belief is like plastic flowers, which look like flowers from far away. Trust is real rose. It has roots, and roots go deep into your heart and into your being.
Rajneesh
#89. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ...
William Shakespeare
#91. In a maize field choose to be a flower. In a garden of daises choose to be a rose.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#92. Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that?
Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?
D.J. MacHale
#93. What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
Henry Ward Beecher
#94. It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
Sarah Monette
#95. When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
John Keats
#96. 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
#97. Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
Dorothy Parker
#99. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
#100. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.
For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
William Shakespeare