Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.

Rose pictured him standing at the boundary of the Ogletree house in that enormous fur cape, with a giant sword sticking over his shoulder, roaring at the top of his lungs and then being upset...

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

If the rose is beautiful flower, it is also because it opens. (Si la rose est belle fleur, – C’est aussi parce qu’elle s’ouvre.)

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face....

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows …she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time…..

A Dragon Rose is a flying flower that breathes fire. A relationship isn’t truly a romance if there isn’t a tiny element of danger involved.

It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities.”She stared. “What sort of private activities?”This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. “Disrobe, and I’ll...

I want to help you,” Oliver said.”Why?” Galen looked up at him. “Because of Petunia?” Oliver was relieved that the prince didn’t seem to be skeptical about his conviction. He simply looked like he wanted...

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning.””Thank you.” I said primly. Then, I considered. “Can vipers...

After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn’t been any traffic on the road for over...

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. “I miss him so much.””I’m sorry,” she said.”Will it ever get better?”The question seemed to catch her by surprise. “I…I don’t know.

The Sick RoseO Rose, thou art sick.The invisible worm That flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found out thy bed Of crimson joy,And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn’t my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking.Wasn’t I stronger than this?

The very thing keeping me alive is also killing me—love. No wonder the rose symbolizes both love and death. They should have a deal where if you buy a dozen roses you get a free...

My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities.

The Devil’s RoseYou would never take a rose from a beast. If his callous hand were to hold out a scarlet flower, his grip unaffected by pricking thorns, you would shrink from the gift and...

By the way, my name’s Rose Hathaway. I’m seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her...

We cannot road trip to Paris.

No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco.

Rose spreads its fragranceHis fragrance is his message.

You can see a rose both in two ways. First, through its beautiful petals. The other, through its thorns

You don’t get drown by falling into a river. You get drown by remaining there. Falling accidentally and rising immediately was what distinguished Thomas Edison and Abraham Lincoln from the rest.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit.And nearly choked to death.It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to...

I’m sorry.” “Be sorry you lied,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t be sorry you loved him. That’s part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that’s...

Why?” I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard.”Because I want you.”I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we’d meet again in the land of the dead. “Wrong...

I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

Yes, Rose. Love is a wonderful feeling!

My facial features smell as rugged as a rose looks. Isn’t my nose the most romantically smelling thing?

So, regarding that tidbit about your having a fertile imagination when it comes to private activities,” she said, fighting off anxiety. “Was it another lie?””Depends on how you look at it. It’s not exactly a...

As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland’s blue sky.

Something in me didnt believe that. I read it again, trying to make sense of the old-fashioned language. Mason watched me curiously, looking like he very much wanted to help.”Maybe they were hooking up,” he...

He smiled and tapped my nose. “Two thank-yous in as many days. I don’t suppose I’ll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?”I scoffed. “Nope. You’ll just have to imagine it.”He gave me a half-hug...

Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least heʹd left puppies out.

On valentine’s day every girl should deserve a rose rather than one

Tu reviendras me dire adieu, et je te ferai cadeau d’un secret.

Her love is a green rose in a fit of red jealousy. Contrast that to my love, which has no contrast, and is a red rose full of red envy for the object of her...

Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time.

Why Roses Crave Thorns”Petals detach from a wilting bud—a single stem plucked before fully blossomed. They descend in hesitant swirls, too soft and limp to shatter like teardrops. One by one they light to blanket...

But I didn’t know about the other story.””What other story?””About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are—””No, whatever you heard it’s not true.””But it was really romantic””Then it’s definitely not true.

Frustration filled his features. “Rose I’ve done a lot of bad things, most of which I can never fix or find redemption for. My only choice now, if I want to reclaim my life, is...

You did what you did out of love. I can’t be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that’s how love is. Do you have any idea what I’d do for you? To...

…sometimes we can’t enjoy the bloom of a rose because we’re too busy crying over being pricked by the thorn.

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

A rose will wilt in short time, but my garden is more vivacious for having one in it. Love is even more fragrant, but often just as fragile and fleeting, but I eagerly accept the...

Now we just need to find someone who is close to the king but is really a spy for Mydogg.” “That should be easy. I could probably shoot an arrow out the window and hit...

When we were almost to the other campus, I felt the weird nausea hit me. I called a warning to Christian, just as a Strigoi grabbed him. But Christian was fast. Flames wreathed the Strigoi’s...

Dimitri.I hadn’t known he was here. His eyes were on me too,dark and endless. Only I couldn’t read what he was feeling. His face betrayed nothing, but there was something in his eyes…something intense and...

Thatʹs a dangerous look,ʺ said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road.ʺWhat look?ʺ I asked innocently.ʺThe one that says you just got some idea.