Quotes on Rose

You look at a Pete Rose to be the terrific athlete he is and then he falls on hard times, but when he played the game, I got something from the way he played the game because he hustled every play, and just because he had one mistake in his life, am I supposed to throw back everything that I gained from him?

I want to be remembered like Pete Rose. 'Charlie Hustle.' I want people to say, 'Wherever he was, he was always giving it his all.'

The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Groups that rose from poverty to prosperity seldom did so by having their own racial or ethnic leaders to follow.

The man in Christ rose again, not only the God.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.

The most interesting letters I received about 'The Name of the Rose' were from people in the Midwest that maybe didn't understand exactly, but wanted to understand more and who were excited by this picture of a world which was not their own.

Few women see power as an end in itself. The point of power is the freedom to cultivate roses.

Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.

What you have despised in yourself _x000D_ as a thorn opens into a rose.

Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.

Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain. The mind does not create what it perceives, anymore than the eye creates the rose.