Sick Rose Quotes

#1. O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

- The Sick Rose

William Blake

#2. The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

#3. Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

Sigmund Freud

#4. Science fiction is not about the future. Like all other fiction, it is about the present. It simply uses different techniques to show us who we are, who we might be, and whom we ought to become.

Orson Scott Card

#5. Change a word or two, even a single letter, and you change the entire story.

Samantha Shannon

#6. The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air, the bodies of the soul that built the wonderland shuffled and stalked and stalked and lurched in attitudes of immemorial nightmare all around.

Allen Ginsberg

#7. I am looking forward to going to Dubai because it gives us an opportunity to interact with each other. We can sit and enjoy each other's company. We can go out for a walk without worrying about shooting schedules.

Amitabh Bachchan

#8. If you had to choose an oil ... it would have to be lavender essential oil, because it is antibacterial and antiviral. So, it's great to have when people around you are sick; it can also be used to relax.

Karen Rose

#9. Subhash was angry with himself for going along with it. For still needing to prove he could. He was sick of the fear that always rose up in him: that he would cease to exist, and that he and Udayan would cease to be brothers, were Subhash to resist him.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#10. I haven't missed a game in two-and-a-half years. I go to the park as sick as a dog and, when I see my uniform hanging there, I get well right now. Then I see some of you guys (media) and I get sick again.

Pete Rose

#11. If you're going to die, die interesting! Is there anything worse than a boring death? (Other than a Charlie Rose marathon on PBS?) I think not. When my time comes I'm going to go out in high style. I have no intention of being sick or lingering or dragging on and on and boring everyone I know.

Joan Rivers

#12. And takin' a bath in the creek. That's the stuff that really made it worthwhile. Anybody can stay in a motel.

Chris LeDoux

#13. Look,I'll pay you for a cup of coffee and the use of this-" she thumped a hand on the sofa and a soft plume of dust rose up "-thing for the night."
"I don't take in lodgers."
"And you'd probably kick a sick dog if he got in your way," she added evenly.

Nora Roberts

#14. I'm much better at fixing or changing a melody to suit me than I would a lyric. But for me, everything is lyric. It has to be true for me to say it.

Alison Krauss

#15. We are in the middle of the biggest revolution in reading and writing since the advent of the Gutenberg press.

Sara Sheridan

#16. It's no secret to any woman that men turn into big babies when they are sick. Jake got the flu last year, and Rose almost strangled him before it was over. A woman can work twelve hours with PMS and a heavy flow and not complain; men can stub their toe and be bedbound for a month.

Sydney Landon

#17. Art in the United States is a kind of visual entertainment focusing on expected narratives.

Massimiliano Gioni

#18. When we serve the poor and the sick we serve Jesus. We must not fail to help our neighbors, because in them we serve Jesus.

Rose Of Lima

#19. Sometimes, life is so hard you can only do the next thing. Whatever that is, just do the next thing. God will meet you there.

Karen Kingsbury

#20. If God is pleased in making you sick and unhappy, I hate God.

Ernestine Rose

#21. O rose, you look sick.
O rose, wake up and sing.

Santosh Kalwar

#22. I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;

Walt Whitman

#23. 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

#24. Once past this cognitive divide, secreted neuro-chemicals wash through cellular landscapes and the brain registers human possibility

Elizabeth Howell

#25. Being accused of enthusiasm is something I'll never live down.

Sargent Shriver

#26. The determinations of Providence are always wise, often inscrutable; and, though its decrees appear to bear hard upon us at times, is nevertheless meant for gracious purposes.

George Washington

#27. Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm sick of this poem,
you probably are too.

Anne Mazer