A Quote by Marquis de Sade

There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them. — © Marquis de Sade
There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.
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.
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.
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.
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
The rose does not bloom without thorns. True, but would that the thorns did not outlive the rose.
Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.
It is by believing in roses that you make them bloom.
For a metaphysical treat stop at the Big Sur Inn, which is also a haven for stray cats and dogs. Life along the South Coast is just a bed of roses, with a few thorns and nettles interspersed.
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.
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
I am thankful that thorns have roses.
And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
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