The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.
The Rose has but a Summer reign, The daisy never dies.
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.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose
Love is like a rose,
the joy of all the earth...
Love is like a lovely rose,
the world's delight.
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
True friendship is like a rose: we don't realize its beauty until it fades.
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman Goes to the city Ispahan, Even before he gets so far As the place where the clustered palm-trees are, At the last of
the thirty palace-gates The pet of the harem, Rose-in-Bloom, Orders a feast in his favorite room-- Glittering square of colored ice, Sweetened
with syrup, tinctured with spice, Creams, and cordials, and sugared dates, Syrian apples, Othmanee quinces, Limes and citrons and apricots,
And wines that are known to Eastern princes.
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime.
To enjoy freedom, if the platitude is pardonable, we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose-bush; we must train them, exactly and powerfully, here on the very spot.
Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.
The history of the world is full of men who rose to leadership, by sheer force of self-confidence, bravery and tenacity.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence
Life is like a rose . . . More exquisite and precious, When shared with others.
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.
The world is a rose, smell it and pass it to your friends.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
More beautiful than a rose is the soul that beholds it
When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Because it is sure of its beauty, the rose makes terrible demands on us.