Rose Quotes
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The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.
Saadi
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Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.
Wallace Stegner
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Back in school, there was this guy who had a huge crush on me. One day, when he mustered the courage to propose to me on a Rose Day, my friends burst out laughing right in front of him. I'm sure we all have had such experiences, and I've had crushes in the past. Right now, all I can think about is my films and deliver my best.
Pooja Hegde
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When I started giving talks about women's history, one of the things that bothered me was the tendency to say, 'Well, everybody was totally oppressed and suddenly in 1964 we rose up, got our freedom, and here we are.' It dismisses the women who fought for rights for several hundred years of our history up to that point.
Gail Collins
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They darted down and rose up like a waveOr buzzed impetuously as before;One would have thought the corpse was held a slaveTo living by the life it bore!
Allen Tate
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Whether I'm making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely.
Padma Lakshmi
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'I have now learnt to despise you,' he said. 'You refused an honest prince; you did not appreciate the rose and the nightingale; but you did not mind kissing a swineherd for his toys; you have no one but yourself to blame!'
Hans Christian Andersen
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Every day is great for me. I dislike rose-coloured glasses.
Mark E. Smith
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You strip from me the laurel and the rose!Take all! Despite you there is yet one thingI hold against you all, and when, tonight,I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,I bear away despite you … My panache.
Edmond Rostand
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Numquam enim audiendi quod aliquis monachus super puerum incubuisset, quin statim post ipsum surrexisset puer. I have heard before of a monk throwing himself on a boy, but the boyalways rose again afterwards.
Walter Map
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The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Victor Hugo
