Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!— Tupac Shakur
Tremendous Roses And Love quotations
We wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, don't ask me why, thank god, and ask me how.
I hated roses. I hated them for being so trite, so clichéd, a default, all-purpose flower that said I love you, I'm sorry, and get well soon. Give me peonies and tulips, orchids or gardenia. Those were flowers with character.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Why does a rose represent Love ...when a rose always dies ?
If you want to change the way others treat you, you should first change the way you treat yourself. Unless you learn to love yourself, fully and sincerely, there is no way you can be loved. Once you achieve that stage, however, be thankful for every thorn that others might throw at you. It is a sign that you will soon be showered in roses.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
Love is like roses. It blooms one season and dies next.
And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
I love you. And I don't want to lose you.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.
To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.
The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
We're living in world, stars and dust Between heaven 'n all that surrounds us We're travellers here, spirits passing through And the love we give, is all that will endure Just like a rose after the rain Something beautiful remains Tears will leave no stains Time will ease the pain For every life that fades Something beautiful remains
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters.
Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
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 that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose, Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkness grows? Who, through what funereal pain, Souls to love and peace attain? - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt
How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June;
Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.
Don't cry, you crybaby! When you think things are hard, that's the time you are maturing as a person. If you get over the darkness, a wonderful new day will come. The bright morning will be filled with light and the birds will be singing . There'll be white roses with a lovely fragrance.
Give her two red roses, each with a note.
The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
I think Oscar Wilde wrote a poem about a robin who loved a white rose.
He loved it so much that he pierced his breast and let his heart's blood turn the white rose red. Maybe this sounds very sentimental, but for anybody who has loved a career as much as I've loved mine, there can be no short cuts.
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. -Rose
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.
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 crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy.
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle.
Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.