Quotes on Rose

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem_x000D_ _x000D_ For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.

Submit to love without thinking, _x000D_ as the sun rose this morning _x000D_ recklessly extinguishing _x000D_ our star-candle minds.

There comes a holy _x000D_ and transparent time _x000D_ when every touch _x000D_ of beauty _x000D_ opens the heart _x000D_ to tears. _x000D_ This is the time _x000D_ the Beloved of heaven _x000D_ is brought tenderly on earth. _x000D_ This is the time _x000D_ of the opening _x000D_ of the ROSE.

To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect

Before the land rose out of the ocean, and became dry land, chaos reigned; and between high and low water mark, where she is partially disrobed and rising, a sort of chaos reigns still, which only anomalous creatures can inhabit.

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living.

Love is a rose _x000D_ _x000D_ But you better not pick it. _x000D_ _x000D_ It only grows _x000D_ _x000D_ When it's on the vine. _x000D_ _x000D_ Handful of thorns _x000D_ _x000D_ And you'll know you missed it. _x000D_ _x000D_ You lose your love _x000D_ _x000D_ When you say the word MINE.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

What the woman who labors wants is the right to live, not simply exist — the right to life as the rich woman has the right to life, and the sun and music and art. You have nothing that the humblest worker has not a right to have also. The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.

When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge; love simple ones as you would the native roses on your cheek.

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

And this has been man's stupidity - a very ancient one: whenever he gets into difficulty, he changes the word. Change the word marriage into soul mates, but don't change yourself. And you are the problem, not the word; any word will do. A rose is a rose is a rose...you can call it by any name. You are asking to change the concept, you are not asking to change yourself.

There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in Love. Only lovers can escape out of these two worlds. This was ordained in creation. Only from the heart can you reach the sky: The Rose of Glory can grow only from the heart.

Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!

Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

Chime out, thou little song of Spring,_x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the blue skies ravishing._x000D_ _x000D_ Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring_x000D_ _x000D_ That's sweet, albeit fleeting._x000D_ _x000D_ Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:_x000D_ _x000D_ And when thou to a rose shalt come_x000D_ _x000D_ That hath begun to show her bloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ Say, I send her greeting!