A Quote by Henry David Thoreau

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Henry David Thoreau

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Henry David Thoreau
American - Author
July 12, 1817 - May 6, 1862

Don't be sad that roses have thorns. Be glad that thorns have Roses. Today's the day I worried about yesterday and it didn't happen.

Lee Child

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

Alphonse Karr

Focus on the roses: 'A person who gathers honey will not escape being stung by bees. A person who gathers roses will not escape being scratched by thorns.' The positive things in life also have negative aspects. Keep your focus on the beautiful roses of the world, and the thorns will seem trivial and inconsequential.

Zelig Pliskin

There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.

Marquis de Sade

And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are wild roses of England with metal thorns, beware! but still more brave and still more rare the courage of rosiness in a cabbage world fragrance of roses in a stale stink of lies rose-leaves to bewilder the clever fools and rose-briars to strangle the machine.

D. H. Lawrence

I am thankful that thorns have roses.

Alphonse Karr

And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

Francis Quarles

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

Fernando Pessoa

Let us try to see things from their better side: You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods That thorns have roses.

Alphonse Karr

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

Isaac Watts

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

Libba Bray

The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

Francis Quarles

Preserve me from such cordiality! It is like handling briar-roses and may-blossoms - bright enough to the eye, and outwardly soft to the touch, but you know there are thorns beneath, and every now and then you feel them too; and perhaps resent the injury by crushing them in till you have destroyed their power, though somewhat to the detriment of your own fingers.