Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned...

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

He picked up one of Lorna’s roses and set it in my lap. “Here.” I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. “See what I mean? Thorns don’t stop you...

I realize all guys have thorns. But I am a rose, and she chose a cactus over me. I wish her luck with her dry, desert-like existence with him.

This is rather different from the receptions I used to get fifty years ago. They threw things at me then but they were not roses.

Fuck off.

Rosa que al prado, encarnada,te ostentas presuntuosade grana y carmín bañada:campa lozana y gustosa;pero no, que siendo hermosatambien serás desdichada.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are...

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...

It’s like this,” he’d explained once to Connie. “If someone gave you a single rose, you’d be happy, right?” “Okay,” he went on, “Now imagine someone gives you ten thousand roses.””That is a whole lotta...

Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, some people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are...

Am dat cu trandafiri în oameni,Dar unii fiind de soare goi,Oprindu-și florile luminiiMi-au întors spinii înapoi.

I wish I could grow swords like I can roses. Wouldn’t war be so romantic then? Then the U.S. could really show the world how much it loves it.

Les roses de SaadiJ’ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses ;Mais j’en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closesQue les noeuds trop serrés n’ont pu les contenir.Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envoléesDans le...

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to...

I have rose-colored glasses. The frames have thorns.

A vampire is like a Rose. They are beautiful, yet harmful.

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Every new dayOur children’s joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

What can I say about love that’s never been said by me or anyone else? Well, sometimes love smells like my farts, after I eat a dozen roses.

It was nearing 9 O’clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and brilliant. The light breeze of the day had dropped, and the evening was...

But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

I arose like a rose, and this is how I knew I was in love. In the garden of life, I’m better off in your neighbor’s yard.

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

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.

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.

Roses,” she thought sardonically, “All trash, m’dear.

The only mistake you have made is asking the wrong question. It isn’t about what you did wrong. It’s what you have not yet done.

Men were created before women. … But that doesn’t prove their superiority – rather, it proves ours, for they were born out of the lifeless earth in order that we could be born out of...

Women Are Not RosesWomen have no beginningonly continualflows.Though rivers flowwomen are notrivers.Women are notrosesthey are not oceansor stars.i would like to tellher this buti think shealready knows.

Beauty and love pass, I know… Oh, there’s sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing—as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor...

Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women tell men to stop and smell the roses.

Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.

I once read that love is like a rose: we fixate on the blossom, but it’s the thorny stem that keeps it alive and aloft. I think marriage is like that. Like my father said,...

Love was not the point and pity was a poor man’s pride.

When life is not coming up rosesLook to the weedsand find the beauty hidden within them.

True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.

Why send roses? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to deliver a dozen orgasms? For only $19.95, I’ll deliver them to your woman any day of the year. But be sure to book early for Valentine’s...

For every thorn is just as essential to the longevity of the plant as the blossoms.

I’m an all-the-water-I-can-drink-in-a-flower-vase kind of lover. Roses and batteries sold separately.

The rose has toldIn one simplicityThat never lifeRelinquishes a bloomBut to bestowAn ancient confidence.

Rose spreads its fragranceHis fragrance is his message.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess...

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,Röslein auf der Heiden.Und der wilde Knabe brach’sRöslein auf der Heiden;Röslein wehrte sich und stach,half ihm doch kein Weh und Ach,musst’ es eben leiden.Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,Röslein auf der Heiden.

Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Maybe there’s a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some...