Quotes on Rosy

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam, The meditation that is rather dream, With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks; The hour of steaming tea and banished books; The sweetness of the evening at an end, The dear fatigue, and right to rest attained, And worshipped expectation of the night,— Oh, all these things, in unrelenting flight, My dream pursues through all the vain delays, Impatient of the weeks, mad at the days!

Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,_x000D_ Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam_x000D_ And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.

A lot of people think I had such a rosy career, but I wanted to identify that one of the things that helps you have a long career is learning how to deal with adversity, how to get past it. Once I learned how to get through that, others things didn't seem so hard.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!

When life is rosy, we may slide by with knowing about Jesus, with imitating him and quoting him and speaking of him. But only in suffering will we know Jesus.

And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.

Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind.

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Hope differs from optimism. Hope does not arise from being told to "think positively," or from hearing an overly rosy forecast. Hope, unlike optimism, is rooted in unalloyed reality.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

Longing is like the rosy dawn. After the dawn out comes the sun. Longing is followed by the vision of God.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds _x000D_ _x000D_ Admit impediments: love is not love _x000D_ _x000D_ Which alters when it alteration finds.

Whenever Beauty looks,_x000D_ _x000D_ Love is also there;_x000D_ _x000D_ Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek_x000D_ _x000D_ Love lights Her fire from that flame._x000D_ _x000D_ When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night_x000D_ _x000D_ Love comes and finds a heart_x000D_ _x000D_ entangled in tresses._x000D_ _x000D_ Beauty and Love are as body and soul._x000D_ _x000D_ Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

But happiness is not always loud and bright and crowded. Happiness ripens like a watermelon, sweet and rosy on the inside with only a thin top layer altogether free of small black pits. And, like a watermelon, the whole thing can be covered with a plain dark rind.