Rose Quotes
Quote |
Attributed to |
If love were what the rose is, |
Algernon Swinburne |
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses. |
Alphonse Kerr |
Had it lived long, is would have been |
Andrew Marvell |
But he that dares not grasp the thorn |
Anne Bronte |
| You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered. | Antoine de Saint-Exupery |
You are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose. |
Antoine de Saint-Exupery |
| Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never smell the perfume. | Arthur Miller |
| As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round. | Ben Hogan |
| Treaties are like roses and young girls--they last while they last. | Charles de Gaulle |
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom. |
Chinese Proverb |
And I will make thee beds of roses |
Christopher Marlowe |
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today. |
Dale Carnegie |
Why is it no one ever sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose. |
Dorothy Parker |
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time. |
Edmund Spenser |
She bathed with roses red, |
Edmund Spenser |
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall. |
Eleanor Roosevelt |
O rose, who dares to name thee? |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; |
Emily Bronte |
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds 'round my neck. |
Emma Goldman |
They are not, the days of wine and roses: |
Ernest Dowson |
The sweetest flower that blows, |
Frederick Peterson |
And she was fair as is the rose in May. |
Geoffrey Chaucer |
| Which is loveliest in a rose? Its coy beauty when it's budding, or its splendor when it blows? |
George Barlow |
| It will never rain roses; when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. | George Eliot |
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, |
George Gordon Byron |
| Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. | George Herbert |
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose. |
George William Curtis |
| Those who don't pick roses in summer won't pick them in winter either. | German Proverb |
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. |
Gertrude Stein |
| Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill. | Groucho Marx |
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup. |
H. L. Mencken |
| Truths and roses have thorns about them. | Henry David Thoreau |
There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted. |
Henri Matisse |
If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is. |
J. B. Yeats |
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December. |
James Matthew Barrie |
| One may live without bread, not without roses. | Jean Richepin |
At middle age the soul should be opening up like a rose, not closing up like a cabbage. |
John Andrew Holmes |
The red rose whispers of passion, |
John Boyle O’Reilly |
| They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead. | John Greenleaf Whittier |
I see a lilly on thy brow, I met a lady in the meads |
John Keats |
| Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close. |
John Keats |
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. |
John Milton |
Thus with the year |
John Milton |
Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, |
Johnny Mercer |
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! |
Julia C R Dorr |
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; |
Kahlil Gibran |
A single rose can be my garden...a single friend, my world. |
Leo Buscaglia. |
Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem. |
Lytton |
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. |
Mark Overby. |
Go pretty rose, go to my fair, |
Michael Beverly |
The perfume of roses are like exquisite chords of music composed of many odor notes harmoniously blended. |
N F Miller |
| It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses. |
Nataniel Parker Willis |
From the thorn bush comes forth the rose. |
Old Jewish Proverb |
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. |
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
| Roses are red, Violets are blue. I'm schizophrenic, And so am I. |
Oscar Levant |
| The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses. | Ovid |
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
The world is a rose, smell it and pass it to your friends. |
Persian Proverb |
Time brings Roses. |
Portuguese Proverb |
| How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! | Ralph Waldo Emerson |
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. |
Richard Brinsley Sheridan |
By cool Siloam's shady rill |
Richard Heber |
A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; |
Rob Cella |
| It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. |
Robert Browning |
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose. |
Robert Browning |
Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That ’s newly sprung in June; |
Robert Burns |
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. |
Robert Frost |
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, |
Robert Herrick |
| Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses. | Robert Louis Stevenson |
They say roses are red |
Roger Miller |
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot. |
Salvador Dali |
The bride hath paced into the hall, |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
Sweet rose! Thy crimson leaves are happy little thieves. |
Sir Arnold |
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose |
Susan Coolidge |
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime. |
Swedish Proverb |
Footfalls echo in the memory, |
T.S. Eliot |
The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. |
The Bible (Isaiah 35:1) |
I am the rose of Sharon, the Lily of the valley |
The Bible (Song of Songs 2:1) |
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. |
Therese of Lisieux |
When love first came to Earth, the Spring spread rose-beds to receive him. |
Thomas Campbell |
Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. |
Thomas F. Healey |
The rose that all are praising |
Thomas Haynes Bayly |
It was not in the winter |
Thomas Hood |
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: |
Thomas More |
Tis the last rose of summer |
Thomas More |
| What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine | Thomas More |
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, |
Thomas More |
Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone and more fragile than a rose. |
Turkish Proverb |
| Thorns and roses grow on the same tree. | Turkish Proverb |
A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. |
Unknown |
Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again. |
Unknown |
| 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". | Unknown |
Roses are red, |
Unknown |
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. |
Unknown |
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. |
Victor Hugo |
Oh, no man knows |
Walter de La Mare |
Oh, this is the joy of the rose; |
Willa Cather |
I cast my heart into my rhymes, |
William Butler Yeats |
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! |
William Butler Yeats |
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. |
William Carlos Williams |
It is at the edge of the petal that love waits. |
William Carlos Williams |
Loveliest of lovely things are they |
William Cullen Bryant |
| The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows... | William Cullen Bryant |
I know a little garden close |
William Morris |
| There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at the noon, Two red roses across the moon. |
William Morris |
| But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. |
William Shakespeare |
He wears the rose |
William Shakespeare |
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, |
William Shakespeare |
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts |
William Shakespeare |
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. |
William Shakespeare |
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. |
William Shakespeare |
What's in a name? That which we call a rose |
William Shakespeare |
A primrose by the river's brim |
William Wordsworth |
The Rainbow comes and goes, |
William Wordsworth |


