Top 1200 Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

Your playing is like salt water taffy. You see all the beautiful colors, red, yellow, blue, but they all taste the same.

Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

I definitely associate music with color. For example, my first record has a red cover but it is totally green and blue to me.

I used to go with solid blue, but recently I've found that a mix of red and green is a better fit for my personality.

The colors are stunning. In a single view, I see - looking out at the edge of the earth: red at the horizon line, blending to orange and yellow, followed by a thin white line, then light blue, gradually turning to dark blue and various gradually darker shades of gray, then black and a million stars above. It's breathtaking.

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

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Most eyes have more than one color, but usually they're related. Blue eyes may have two shades of blue, or blue and gray, or blue and green, or even a fleck or two of brown. Most people don't notice that.

I know patients who bring a dozen roses to the doctor's office. And, boy, the next visit, nobody forgets that. You come in and hey - 'Here's the lady who brought the roses' vs. 'Here's the lung cancer.'

The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.

My heart beats red, white, and blue. And with patriotism it aches Generally, I believe in democracy, freedom and civil rights But in particular, cupcakes

The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back. Within the city's bounds the time of flowers Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day, Such as full often, for a few bright hours, Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May, Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom- And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.

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.

I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

I love the fact I am a Cuban American man who represented the United States in the Olympics. I was proud to wear the red-white-and-blue.

Liberals in blue states working in blue enclaves within blue cities that are producing the media, don't even see that their positions fit on the spectrum as left of center.

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

You know that scenario where roses are red, leaves are green, I love arguing that. ‘Why should they be?’. I hate rules and formulas. That’s so boring. It’s the opposite of creativity. Rules are ridiculous things that are meant to be broken.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Our blood will turn from red to blue, although our money is but new.

April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.

The admirals of his majesty's fleet are classed into three squadrons, viz. the red, the white, and the blue.

Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.

The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one--I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.

It was so simple to paint things as I saw them; to put without special calculation a red close to a blue.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

Red meat is not really bad for a person. Now, blue-green meat - that's damaging of you!

A man who never lies must have green blood in his veins, or blue or yellow, but definitely not red!

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

We walked on the beach, fed blue corn ships to the seagulls, and munched on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy and all the other free samples my mom brought home from work. I guess I should explain the blue food. See, Gabe had once told my mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop.

I always carried a small American flag red white and blue with me so people would know I was from America.

The Ethiopians say that their gods are snub-nosed and black the Thracians that theirs have light blue eyes and red hair.

So, Beav, tell me about yourself." "I'm Blue." "Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either." "My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.

The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey.

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing.

Music is not written in red, white and blue. It is written in the heart's blood of the composer.

Let's cast aside notions of red counties or blue counties and recognize that these are artificial divisions.

They are always telling us that Carolina Blue is not a color, that it is really Columbia blue or sky blue. But there is no bad blood amongst the teammates. All of our kidding is in good fun.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

When it comes to standing up for veterans, we cannot be the Republicans and Democrats, we have to be the red, white, and blue party.

People say I should be running for a gold medal for the old red, white and blue and all that bull, but it's not gonna be that way.

I made cranberry sauce, and when it was done put it into a dark blue bowl for the beautiful contrast. I was thinking, doing this, about the old ways of gratitude: Indians thanking the deer they'd slain, grace before supper, kneeling before bed. I was thinking that gratitude is too much absent in our lives now, and we need it back, even if it only takes the form of acknowledging the blue of a bowl against the red of cranberries.

Foods that are deep blue, purple, red, green, or orange are leaders in antioxidants and contain many nutrients that boost immunity and enhance health.

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

One must go through life, be it red or blue, stark naked and accompanied by the music of a subtle fisherman, prepared at all times for a celebration.

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

Yes, sir. I'm a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

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

A little blue-eyed blonde in a red hot sweater, wants to spice my chili, I think I'll let her.

Blue is the color of peace. Water is blue. I like the color blue because it just puts me at peace. The patriotic symbol is blue. I just like blue.