Roses Quotes
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Fair, rich confusion is all the aim of an old-fashioned flower garden, and the greater the confusion, the richer. You want to come upon mignonnette in unexpected places, and to find sprays of heliotrope in close consultation with your roses, and geraniums sporting their uniforms like gay recruits off duty.
Anna Bartlett Warner
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
George Eliot
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Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
George Sandys
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The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.
Nikola Tesla
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They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Ernest Dowson
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“But we’re not trying to empty the Thames,” she told him. “Look at what we’re doing with the water we remove. It doesn’t go to waste. We’re using it to water our gardens, sprout by sprout. We’re growing bluebells and clovers where once there was a desert. All you see is the river, but I care about the roses.
Courtney Milan
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I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng
Ernest Dowson
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It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went on, "Now imagine someone gives you ten thousand roses." "That is a whole lotta roses," she said. "That's too much." "Right. Too much. But more than that, it makes each individual rose much less special, right? It makes it hard to pick one out and say, 'That's the good one.' And it makes you want to just get rid of them all because none of them seem special now." Connie had narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying when you're at school you just want to get rid of everyone?
Barry Lyga
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Public feeling now is apt to side with the persecuted, and our modern martyr is full as likely to be smothered with roses as with coals.
Edwin Hubbell Chapin
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The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
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I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.
Esai Morales
