Rose Quotes
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I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall'.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside.
James Stephens
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Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Omar Khayyam
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I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.
Ralph Hodgson
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Few of us will forget the wail of mingled grief, rage and horror which rose from the camp when the Indians returned to it and recognized their slaughtered warriors, women, and children.
John Gibbon
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And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
Oscar Wilde
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Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, Slipped from my hold-thus plenty comes and goes.One friend I had, but he too loosed his hand (Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.
Edmund Clarence Stedman
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Charlie Rose is the ultimate ad.
Jay Chiat
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We may never be martyrs but we can die to self, to sin, to the world, to our plans and ambitions. That is the significance of baptism; we died with Christ and rose to new life.
Vance Havner
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I had taken on the color of the climate around me and had driven back all the emotion that rose from the Brooklyn streets so that I could belong to the exclusive club of Congress.
Emanuel Celler
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And of course, we know that opportunity lies outside the reach of some of our people. We don't need flowery words about inequality to tell us that, and we don't need a party that has led while poverty and hunger rose to record levels to give us lectures about suffering.
Artur Davis
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He now set down all the communications apparatus, rose stiffly from the chair and momentarily stood facing the misty, immobile, icebound shape of Joe Chip resting within its transparent plastic casket. Upright and silent, as it would be for the rest of eternity.
Philip K. Dick
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Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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People are always saying, English, English, English rose, and I just feel so completely different.
Kristin Scott Thomas
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Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
Pablo Neruda
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Remember that the Unification Church rose, not in freedom, but from a prison, the pit of suffering.
Sun Myung Moon
