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There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

Henri Matisse

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

J.M. Barrie

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

Oscar Wilde

A life with love must have some thorns, but a life with no love will have no roses.

Unknown

Revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past.

Fidel Castro

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round

Ben Hogan

I feel within me the future life. I am like a forest that has been razed; the new shoots are stronger and brisker. I shall most certainly rise toward the heavens. The sun's rays bathe my head. The earth gives me its generous sap, but the heavens illuminate me with the reflection of-of worlds unknown. Some say the soul results merely from bodily powers. Why, then, does my soul become brighter when my bodily powers begin to waste away? Winter is above me, but eternal spring is within my heart. I inhale even now the fragrance of lilacs, violets, and roses, just as I did when I was twenty. The nearer my approach to the end, the plainer is the sound of immortal symphonies of worlds which invite me. It is wonderful yet simple. It is a fairy tale; it is history. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and in verse; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song; all of these have I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

Victor Marie Hugo

Don 't hurry. Don't worry. You're only here for a short visit. So don't forget to stop and smell the roses

Walter Hagen

I’d be a butterfly born in a bower,Where roses and lilies and violets meet.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

Ovid

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

Henri Matisse

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

George Eliot

You cannot pluck roses without fear of thorns, Nor enjoy a fair wife without danger of horns

Benjamin Franklin

One may live without bread, not without roses

Jean Richepin

What though youth gave love and roses age still leaves us friends and wine

Thomas Moore

They are not long, the days of wine and roses; Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson

So lifeís year begins and closes; Days though shortening still can shine; What though youth gave love and roses; Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Thomas Moore

Avoid being impatient. Remember time brings roses.

Unknown

Someone said that God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.

J M Barrie

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.

Rudolf Otto

Thorns and roses grow on the same tree.

Turkish Proverb

Every particle of every thing rocks, water, flour, human has been in the same place flaming in the heart of our ancient sun before the earth came flying out of it. The irises in your eyes the tissue of roses the slow giant rocks in mountainheads were all born flaming locked in the sun as it drifted like a light on dark water.

Lawrence Collins

Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, Like a child at play.

Johnny Mercer

I'm not trying to say, That I'm smelling of roses, But when will we tire, Of putting shit up our noses.

Lily Rose Beatrice Allen

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