The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours of the day With hourly love, is dimmed away And yet my days go on, go on.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
This shitty world sometimes produces a rose The scent of it lingers and then it just goes
Paul David Hewson
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threatning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
William Blake
Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly?
Emily Jane Bront
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.
Unknown
we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how.
Tupac Shakur
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot, The veriest school of Peace; and yet the fool contends that God is not Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign: 'T is very sure God walks in mine.
Thomas Edward Brown
We do not speak. We have gone down along the side of the river slowly, as if we were climbing towards the stone seat of the wall. The distances have altered. This seat, for instance, we meet it sooner than we thought we should, like some one in the dark; but it is the seat all right. The rose-tree which grew above it has withered away and become a crown of thorns.
Henri Barbusse
The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it
Chinese Proverb
When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Thomas Campbell
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime.
Swedish Proverb
There are no idealists in the plant world and no compassion. The rose and the morning glory know no mercy. Bindweed, the morning glory, will quickly choke its competitors to death, and the fencerow rose will just as quietly crowd out any other plant that tried to share its roothold. Idealism and mercy are human terms and human concepts.
Hal Borland