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

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...

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...

A mother’s love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother’s love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each...

Black,The death of an old habit in order for anew journey to start. The dark cloudsdisappeared, chased away by the brilliant shine of your smile. So that I had the courage to be me once...

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

If you can love all who’ve betrayed you… you can taste sweetness in everything.

I can’t have white roses. They symbolize death.

De leur meilleur côté t chons de voir les choses:Vous vous plaignez de voir les rosiers épineux;Moi je me réjouis et rends gr ces aux dieuxQue les épines aient des roses.

A rose is a mix of thorns with a flower, and is therefore half fuck you and half fuck me. If I gave you a dozen, would you fuck me 12 times?

Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their...

He’s as tall as a tree, but he fights like a rose bush. What’s with all the scratching? I should cut him down in the name of romance.

Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.

What a lovely thing a rose is!”He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It...

Would women find vampires even sexier and more romantic if instead of fangs they had rose thorns? It’s thoughts like these I think of when digging in my garden, looking for my one true love...

Someone heroic and valiant, not merely skilled in speech; someone who is kind and pure in heart. Someone who does not play with white roses that belong to others.

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.

Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns?

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

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.

a few words spoken beneath the moon, lovemay be, but I write your namein the celestial dust that lingersin the air, abovethe veilchenblau roses, callowand pale

But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we...

….it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.

Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always...

I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in...

My hands will get dirty holding your rose-like heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

I network like a salmon in a bear costume. Why swim upstream when the honeybee has all the flowers? Is anything more romantic than roses on a grave?

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, herein your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—there is no time.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

I had a dream about you. You smiled at me, and I blushed like a red rose. Then you started sniffing my cheeks and I realized you were a bee and I’d been deceived.

Well, well, look what you dragged up. You could’ve saved yourself the money on the flowers and just brought me him. Been a while since I entertained a handsome young Moroi-It’s been a while since...

I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too!

The Scarcity of Flowers in the society made guys settle for weeds and grasses…. Trust me i’ll rather import a Rose than being contended with thorns.