A Quote by Oscar Levant

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I. — © Oscar Levant
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Roses are red, violets are blue, so are my balls thanks to you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.
Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.
Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.
Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as they might, I’m not letting go, Without a fight, Some say it’s wicked, Some say it’s sinful, Some it’s wrong, And just wrong, I don’t know much, But when push comes to shove, I definitely don’t believe, There’s such thing wrong as love.
Yellow can express happiness, and then again, pain. There is flame red, blood red, and rose red; there is silver blue, sky blue, and thunder blue; every color harbors its own soul, delighting or disgusting or stimulating me.
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago.
The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming to understand Titian more and more and learning to love him. And then there is Botticelli's sweet Madonna, with red roses behind her, standing against a blue-green sky. And Fiesole with his poignant little biblical stories, so simply told, often so glorious in their colors.
What a director is looking for is someone who will follow you and no matter what. And if you ask for blue, he's gonna try blue. And if you say, give me a piece of red with it, and they try. And you don't mind so much if it's difficult to get the blue and the red together. As long as they try. And as long as they give everything they can to give you what you want. That's what I'm looking for.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
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