She's Like A Rose Quotes

#1. She prunes the idea away like a faded rose blossom, and quickly discards it as if the thorns might puncture her resolve.

Beth Neff

#2. I'd rather give her new ones, for I think she is a little bit proud and might not like old things. If she was my sister it would do, because sisters don't mind, but she isn't, and that makes it bad, you see. I know how I can manage beautifully; I'll adopt her! and Rose looked quite radiant with

Louisa May Alcott

#3. Rose LeBlanc got her name for a reason. She was full of fucking thorns. She was so beautiful - so ridiculously, unbelievably alluring - that just like real roses, she grew little spikes to protect herself. Because everyone wanted to have her.

L.J. Shen

#4. Before she closed her eyes tonight, Rose said she regretted that she has not done something heroic in her life. Well, it's not like she can suddenly climb a tree and save a cat, or go to medical school and begin some important cancer research. But Rose has been my sister. I think that's heroic.

Lori Lansens

#5. That was my first kiss," she said. "My first real one."
He brought his head close, resting his forehead on hers. Blond waves fell around her face, soft against her cheeks. His chest rose and fell as he drew in a breath. "Felt like the first real one for me, too.

Veronica Rossi

#6. I can't feel bad about being who I am, just like the girl next to me can't feel bad about being who she is. Because a rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose.

Miranda Kerr

#7. Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of grass. It was a joy to be alive, a strange and savage joy, and she stood there in the warmth and destruction of it knowing it could not last.

Kevin Brockmeier

#8. Heat rose to her cheeks. The man made love to her one time, and already she couldn't wait to touch him again. He should be labeled a controlled substance to keep potential addicts like her safe from his influence.

Christine Warren

#9. She knew what desire was - though she didn't know she knew. It was like this: she was starving but not for food, it was a kind of painful taste that rose from the pit of her stomach and made her nipples quiver and her arms empty without an embrace.

Clarice Lispector

#10. Another power I don't have," said Lissa ruefully.
I grinned. "Hey, I have yet to meet any spirit user who can throw a punch like you can. That was poetry in motion, Liss." She groaned.

Richelle Mead

#11. That naked childlike surrender, before she rose to assume an adult's armour, seemed first thing this morning like a essential from which she was banished.

Ian McEwan

#12. I never thought I should like to wash dishes, but I do, said Rose, as she sat in a boat after supper lazily rinsing plates in the sea, and rocking luxuriously as she wiped them.

Louisa May Alcott

#13. She wasn't there. He wouldn't have had to look too closely. She stood out from others like an angel in hell or a rose in a sewer.

Ruth Rendell

#14. I told your daughter that she is like a rose." " True enough," said Lorenzo Daza "but one with too many thorns.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#15. And what do I smell like?"
"Like arrogance and self-adoration," she snapped. "I can smell it a mile off.Why bother saying you didn't help me when it could only have been you?

Frankie Rose

#16. She blushes like a rose in bloom, though I ripped her up from the roots long ago.

Stacey Jay

#17. Margaret in contrast held her head high, her cheeks flagged with a becoming rose color. She looked like a goddess enraged. A goddess who might, if they were alone, assault his person
the thought of which unaccountably aroused him.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#18. The pain in her body came first, an intense surge of fire that raged like lava through her veins.
But it could not compare with what followed after.
A wail rose up from her depths. It left her as an inhuman cry.
Finally, she remembered everything.

Kelly Creagh

#19. She said, once, shortly before she died, that roses smelled like happiness. Whenever she smelled a rose, she thought of the day we met.

Patricia Briggs

#20. Plainly, she is quite besotted by him, ... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life ... little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.

Philippa Gregory

#21. His brows rose. "And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?"
"I'm a governess," she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.

Julia Quinn

#22. What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity
like this. His helpless generous nature
like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose
and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?

Jude Morgan

#23. What is it?" Calvin asked, studying my face. "I like your laugh." "In other words, she likes the way you look without a shirt on." James smirked before turning to walk back toward the house.

Alyssa Rose Ivy

#24. When they carried Aurora over the border, she woke like a rose blooms.

Maggie Stiefvater

#25. The situation was absurd. He wore riding boots with spurs. Her hair tumbled about her like a shaggy pony's. They were in the schoolroom with the furniture pushed about higgledy-piggledy. But in that instant, she would have danced a fandango with a rose in her teeth if Lochinvar had asked her to.

Marissa Doyle

#26. A girl of sixteen had a complexion like a rose, and she put on rouge.

Stendhal

#27. My motrher says friendship should be slowly and carefully cultivated, like a rose garden, like a romance in a story. That every reason you care about someone should be rational.
She says I care too quickly.
But friendship has never been somenting I could do halfway

Betsy Cornwell

#28. You don't blast a heart open," she said. "You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose.

Melody Beattie

#29. I'm talking about the language of flowers. It's from the Victorian era, like your name. If a man gave a young lady a bouquet of flowers, she would race home and try to decode it like a secret message. Red roses mean love; yellow roses infidelity. So a man would have to choose his flowers carefully.

Vanessa Diffenbaugh

#30. I hate when people say, "Oh, you're just a teenager," or "It's hormonal." It's like, if a woman is agitated one day, people go, "Oh, she's on her period." That's such garbage. I think I was dealing with a combination of my own inner demons and resentment toward my parents from my earlier days.

Katy Rose

#31. She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.

Rohit Sharma

#32. Oh the irony life sometimes throws our way. It's almost like fate plays a sadistic joke on us just because she's in a mood that day - fickle bitch that she is.

Suzanne Steele

#33. I think you can only make statements like 'She was pathological' if you are absolutely sure of your own sanity, which I consider a morally unacceptable position.

Jacqueline Rose

#34. A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still ...

Robert Fanney

#35. Then, abrupt and decisive, the Emerald City rose before them. A city of insistence, of blanket declaration. It made no sense, clotting up the horizon, sprouting like a mirage on the characterless plains of central Oz. Glinda hated it from the moment she saw it. Brash upstart of a city.

Gregory Maguire

#36. Jean sat at the end of the bar, watching Jerry Springer as she drew deeply on a long cigarette. The woman smoked like a freight train, especially while watching talk shows.

Rose Wynters

#37. She looks like a fucking wet dream sitting on that bike. Her legs are covered in tight denim with black boots laced up to mid-calf. She has a leather jacket on and it's zipped up half way, showing off a good amount of cleavage.

Aurora Rose Reynolds

#38. She has a small, sweet face that is blushing now, an innocent pale rose. I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that - flawless - and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.

E.L. James

#39. How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.

Oscar Wilde

#40. Their eyes locked. Again, heat rose to Livy's cheeks. He needed to stop looking at her that way. She never should have noticed the captivating hue of his sky-blue eyes. When was the last time a man flustered her like this. Maybe never.

Teresa Tysinger

#41. She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose] ...

Eva Ibbotson

#42. 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

#43. Friends, huh?" She shook Vincent's hand, but lingered with Peter, giving him a sexy smile. She quickly took in his blond-haired good looks. "If I had a friend like you, I'm not sure I would ever leave the house," she continued, her voice slightly hoarse and extremely sexy.

Rose Wynters

#44. She cries,
I laugh,
She becomes numb,
I become filled with joy,
She slowly crumbles,
I feel on top of the world,
Yet somehow in the end,
Out of the ashes,
She rose like a Phoenix,
As if nothing had ever touched her

Tanzy Sayadi

#45. I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.

William Shakespeare

#46. She thought about all the things she would like to say to him. Thank you for wanting to defend me. Thank you for thinking Rupert is a rogue. Thank you for being a man of integrity. Oh, Lord Hamlin, if you were mine, I'd make you so happy. Rose stifled a laugh at the stupid, outrageous thought.

Melanie Dickerson

#47. She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an outcast, cast out by her own choices, an outsider with a pretty face. Like a rose, she may have been beautiful to look at, but almost everyone only knew the thorny side.

Victoria Kahler

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

Sylvain Reynard

#49. ROSE FELT LIKE she had a neon sign flashing over her head - looking for a one night stand, only sex gods need apply.

Mary J. Williams

#50. I like a woman with meat on her bones."
She laughed. "My hips express their deepest appreciation, Major Winslow.

Laura Taylor

#51. She waltzes into the apartment, her Chanel handbag swinging on her arm like a weapon. Rose frightens children, pets, and even grown males with her icy eyes and chilling glares.

Krista Ritchie

#52. But just remember: a woman's like a rose; if you treat her right, she'll bloom, if you don't, she'll wilt.

Eric Wilson

#53. You shouldn't kiss me like that unless it means something to you." Max's lip trembled beneath her thumb. A deep groan rose from his chest. And then he was pushing to his feet, pulling her with him. His mouth covered hers, hot and wet and full of a driving need she answered kiss for kiss.

Julie Miller

#54. Vera Caspary wrote thrillers - but not like any other author of her time, male or female. Her specialty was a specific type that she pioneered - the psycho thriller.

M.J. Rose