Top 1200 Wild Roses Quotes & Sayings - Page 10

One may live without bread, not without roses.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

Without a dog, you'd never have anyone demonstrate how important it is to stop every day and smell the roses... and then lift your leg on them.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

I know I am dying, but my deathbed is a bed of roses. I have no thorns planted upon my dying pillow. Heaven is already begun!

Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is that makes you happy.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

Sweeter than the perfume of roses is a reputation for a kind, charitable, unselfish nature; a ready disposition to do to others any good turn in your power.

The guy who enters pro sports hasn't run scared from the 7th grade on. Until he enters the pros, it's been nothing but roses.

The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.

The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before

Look, I got 11,052 songs on my iPod. Cyndi Lauper, Guns N' Roses, Geto Boys, N.W.A. push shuffle and anything will come on.

'Death & the Roses' came out of ideas about flagellation and guilt and from looking at Piero della Francesca's 'The Flagellation of Christ.'

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

When I was in Class VII, a boy from Class VI came to me with a bunch of roses and said, 'Didi, will you be my Valentine today?'

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?

However you disguise slavery, it is slavery still. Its chains, though wreathed with roses, not only fasten on the body but rivet on the mind.

I would say, 'Go ask any couple that's been married for 30, 40, 50 years... It hasn't always been roses.'

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults.

There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at the noon, Two red roses across the moon.

Back in the days when men were hunters and chest beaters and women spent their whole lives worrying about pregnancy or dying in childbirth, they often had to be taken against their will. Men complained that women were cold, unresponsive, frigid... They wanted their women wanton. They wanted their women wild. Now women were finally learning to be wanton and wild - and what happened? The men wilted.

Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

If your heart is quite set upon a crown, make and put on one of roses, for it will make the prettier appearance.

It matters not what goal you seek - its secret here reposes: you've got to dig from week to week - to get results on roses.

Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them ... is a fairy cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.

Paris works so hard. I always say, 'Paris, you also have to stop now and again and smell the roses.'

If they [Guns N' Roses] didn't get back together soon they would have missed their window and no one would have cared in 3 or 4 years.

I want real loyalty. I want someone who will kiss my ass in Macy's window, and say it smells like roses.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.

Praying is another way of singing.You plant in the tree the soul of lemons.You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

The Republican convention, an event with the intellectual content of a Guns'n'Roses lyric attended by every ofay insurance brokerin America who owns a pair of white shoes.

Philosophy is the toil which can never tire persons engaged in it. All ways are strewn with roses, and the farther you go, the more enchanting objects appear before you and invite you on.

And so in 1975, the grizzly bear was put on, as I said - on the endangered species list as threatened. And new measures were taken, for instance, bear-proofing garbage, creating new regulations to - essentially to try and keep people and people's food away from the bears, let the bears adjust to eating the abundant wild food that's available in Yellowstone and allow them to be more wild, to be independent of humans as sources of foods for the good of both sides. And that has been quite successful.

A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

Let us try to see things from their better side: You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods That thorns have roses.

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.

There's no gift more classic and more beautiful than roses.

Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.

I've been wearing Red Roses since I was 22. Jo Malone London is woven into the fabric of my life, and I couldn't be happier to be working with a brand I love so much.

Maybe if you see me begging on the streets, you might find me doing The Stone Roses the next day.

I've not thought about the Stone Roses since we quit. How many LPs do I have to make to stop people talking about it?

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

You can not pluck roses without fear of thorns, Nor enjoy a fair wife without danger of horns.

Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended.

You can't build marriage on a foundation of selfish hedonism, because that would be to promise people only roses, and marriage is also thorns.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

Few women see power as an end in itself. The point of power is the freedom to cultivate roses.

Look, I got 11,052 songs on my iPod. Cyndi Lauper, Guns N' Roses, Geto Boys, N.W.A.... push shuffle and anything will come on.

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.

I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.

The Guns N' Roses reunion didn't happen by chance or whatever. It was always looked at as a possibility, but it never seemed right or felt right.