A Quote by Robert Burns

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

Robert Burns

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Robert Burns
Scottish - Poet
January 25, 1759 - July 21, 1796

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.

Robert Burns

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

Oscar Wilde

If I decide to make a coat red in the show, it's not just red, I think: is it communist red? Is it cherry cordial? Is it ruby red? Or is it apple red? Or the big red balloon red?

Lady Gaga

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

E. Nesbit

Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red

Tite Kubo

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.

John Boyle O'Reilly

Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

Jim Carrey

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.

Emil Nolde

I love red. Red pants. Red suit. Red coat. Red anything.

Brad Goreski

Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.

Christopher Golden

Red candy is my favorite - I like red string licorice, Swedish Fish, and red gum balls.

Dylan Lauren

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

Oscar Wilde

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.

Oscar Wilde

What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a nettle green (as th'emeraude) spread in a bed of roses like the ruby red. Between which two colors he thought, but his eye, The green nettle did the red rose beautify. "How be it," he asked the nettle, "what thing Made him so pert? So nigh the Rose to Spring.

John Heywood

Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.' My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.