Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper.
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.
'La Vie en Rose' is just about my favorite movie. Marion Cotillard, I'm so desperately obsessed with her work.
Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
O wild, dark flower of woman, Deep rose of my desire, An Eastern wizard made you Of earth and stars and fire.
Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?
The streets weren't paved with gold and Rose petals [when I was young]. "Do I have a horn to sell this month to pay my rent, or what am I going to do?" It was what it was.
She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
Well I was out in the garden moving rocks on the day of the Emmys. I was just playing in the dirt.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Back to prison. Maybe if you fake a heart attack, I can make a break for it. (Rose Hathaway says to Lissa Dragomir)
Of all our sunny world, i wish only for a garden sofa where a cat is sunning itself
I just love the apple. There's no contest as far as fruit goes, in my eyes. It comes from the garden of Eden.
In my spare time, I paint, garden, hike and enjoy massages for my weary writer's back.
Ideas rose in clouds; I felt them collide until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable combination.
A garden is a human creation. It has to be thought of first, wished into being, planned for like a child.
The Masters is more like a vast Edwardian garden party than a golf tournament.
Prudent men lock up their motives, letting familiars have a key to their hearts, as to their garden.
Focus on the center of the chest, relax. Imagine a rose there. Feel it unfolding. Let yourself go and ignore your thoughts.
It's the gloomy things that need our help, if everything in the garden is sunny, why meddle?
To try to convey literally what the Garden of Eden was like is meaningless. What matters is its symbolic function.
Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.
Who do you think I am, Pete Rose? I don't bet. I come from a long line of compulsive gamblers. Gambling scares me.
Richard Chamberlain on The Slipper and the Rose was lovely to work with. He wore the clothes so beautifully and sang his songs so well.
Performing at Madison Square Garden is a real honor, so we had a lot of fun.
Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile. "Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.
The sun got confused about daylight savings time. It rose twice. Everything had two shadows.
Momma kept a garden, which sounds romantic to people who have never held a hoe
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.
There is something of the same pleasure in noticing the hues of the stars that there is in looking at a flower garden in autumn.
I don't know if there is redemption for people like Charlie Rose or Garrison Keillor. An apology helps, but what really matter are deeds.
If Rose's streak was still intact, with that single to left, the fans would be throwing babies out of the upper deck.
The real wealth of a good gardener is not his salary but the marvellous flowers he is raising in the garden!
I was fortunate enough to fight at Madison Square Garden, Vegas and the City of Manchester Stadium.
There are several ways to lay out a little garden; the best way is to get a gardener.
I like to go for a walk or swimming or in the garden when I can. It's a busy kind of life, but I guess I'm lucky.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
Beauty is what I feel my life is about - the garden, the house, whatever. I see the world that way, yet it isn't.
Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled.
Submit to love without thinking,
as the sun rose this morning
recklessly extinguishing
our star-candle minds.
Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose.
That you are fair or wise is vain,
Or strong, or rich, or generous;
You must have also the untaught strain
That sheds beauty on the rose.
Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Mortality rose.
Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.
Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.
For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic.
I was about 28-29 when I wrote my first story, and that was called 'The Garden of Abdul Gasazi.'
When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.
I have played quite a few Test matches in the back garden with my two brothers.
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man,
Who, to find what will suffice,
Destroys romantic tenements
Of rose and ice.
I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
In a delightful garden, sowing, planting or digging are not hardship but are done with a zeal and a certain pleasure.
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