Rose Quotes
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While yesteryear I tarriedIn a garden in the south,I met a youth who carriedA rose-bud in his mouth.I gave him chase and caught him,And would not set him free,But held him and besought himTo give the flower to me.He smiled, and broke a petalAnd laid it in my hand-It seared like molten metal,And here is yet the brand.
Enoch Powell
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Then rose up the horror which would make civilized man shun justice like a plague if he had not the needy to serve him as hangmen for wages.
T. E. Lawrence
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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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I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.
Gabriela Mistral
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We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain,We do not remember the red roots whence we rose,But we know that we rose and walked, that after a whileWe shall lie down again.
Conrad Aiken
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It was as the supreme expression of the mediocrity of the apparatus that Stalin himself rose to his position.
Leon Trotsky
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In my next life, I would like to be Charlie Rose or Howard Stern or maybe something in between.
Jason Calacanis
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Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Don Marquis
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A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
E. Nesbit
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Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows. We may pull apart the petals of a rose or make chemical analysis of its perfume, but the mystic beauty of its form and odor is still a secret, locked in to where we have no keys.
Carl Sandburg
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Che de le spine ancor nascon le rose,E d'una fetida erba nasce il giglio.
Ludovico Ariosto
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The red thought rose up inside Blaine’s brain: Why not kill him now?For the killing would come easy. He was an easy man to hate. Not on principle alone, but personally, clear down to his guts.
Clifford D. Simak
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To be candid, I think, in retrospect, it was a mistake to work at AOL when I did. I think I had rose-colored glasses about the opportunity to reinvent AOL.
Brad Garlinghouse
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It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose,
it has something of the cabbage rose's voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it
sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall,
making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had
still appeared to be a living beauty.
Vita Sackville-West
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She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
Marquis de Sade
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Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore - but was I sober when I swore? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
Omar Khayyam
