Top 15 Rose Stem Quotes
#1. It was always Marx, Lenin, and revolution - real girl's talk.
Nina Simone
#3. Barry Manilow is a guy who's had a tremendous longevity that few have had in the music business. I'm in awe of what he does.
Dave Koz
#4. So you really meant what you said to me yesterday?" Her voice rose. "I should find myself a nice wolf and settle down?"
He fought off the rising incursions of dissonance, the razor blades sliding through his brain stem and traveling down his spine. "That would be rushing things.
Nalini Singh
#5. 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
#6. Better could the stem of a rose support a marble bust than the mind of man bear the false infinity of his own deification.
Fulton J. Sheen
#7. I never thought to myself, I'm going to grow up and fall in love with a man or I'm going to fall in love with a woman because my mother is a lesbian.
Ally Sheedy
#10. We fill the nothing with suns,
line them up,
swallow sap, swallow
field, drop by drop, each stem
a pump. Rose to rose to rose to
rose to rose to rose to rose, calyx &
anther, all summer
gone.
Nick Flynn
#11. I always hoped for this spark of chemistry and compatibility, a flash of clarity to let me know that this was the guy, this was the time, so I should leg go and enjoy myself. But it never came. And by no small coincidence, neither did I.
Molly Harper
#12. Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.
Daisaku Ikeda
#13. 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
#14. I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.
Elena Ferrante
#15. God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
William Shakespeare
