Top 1200 Wild Roses Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink

Frazier is so ugly that he should donate his face to the U.S. Bureau of Wild Life.

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.

The Rush fans are pretty crazy everywhere, but they're particularly wild in South America.

TV is wild. You just play the role you're given, and you show up and do the best that you can.

All farms are much alike everywhere, and all wild places have their own beauty.

We can only truly be civilised people when we have regular and meaningful contact with the wild world

Or perhaps you notice a congregation of ladybugs on a rose stalk. Don't invoke the old nursery saying and ask them to fly away home. Their house is not on fire. Your roses are, with aphids, which the ladybugs are feeding on - and you can bless yourself that they have come to your rescue.

If the press can take the easy option, they will. To them, I'm always 'the wild man.'

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?

Federal legislation is urgently needed to stop this insanity of wild animals in captivity.

Even if the songs are at times painful - 'cause some of the songs are not all roses and balloons; some of them dig into deep things that I've been going through - there's a joy that I think people feel from my music and, hopefully, from my performance because I am so in love with doing what I do.

Skinny-dipping. It sounds wild but I really want to do this in the middle of the night with my girlfriends.

I think when you play a negative character you cannot restrict yourself. You can go wild.

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky

Don't let expertise fool you into seeing false boundaries or underestimating those with wild dreams.

Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.

Invention requires both disciplines, strict common sense and wild imagination.

The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.

That's what people do when they find a special place that wild and full of life, they trample it to death.

They are wild animals that live in your house - that's the only way to describe a toddler.

He may travel who can subsist on the wild fruits and game of the most cultivated country.

To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.

But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.

You don't need a pack of wild horses to learn how to make a sandwich.

They didn't have a problem with me being wild and crazy when it came time to fill the arenas.

There's always going to be the market for people who are known to have led wild and crazy lives.

At the heart of the gospel is a God who deliberately surrenders to the wild, irresistable power of love.

It gets easier as you get older, settling down. That wild streak is gone.

Let me arise and open the gate, / to breathe the wild warm air of the heath.

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds.

People are tired of constant movement, improvisation, and wild scrambling when plans fail.

There was definitely a wild side to me that couldn't run free growing up in England.

I'm a musical geek. It's like there's this big, wild universe in my head, and I love to express it.

'Wild Horses' is my favourite Stones song. It's so beautiful. I don't mind that it was written for Bianca.

My family is a little ridiculous. They're wild - really colorful and animated and big personalities.

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance.

I was a young actor in my 20s, going out in Soho, having a wild time.

You have a whole life in the outdoors, you realize you have a sense of responsibility to protect these wild places.

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

Rappers act so wild, and love to profile, Frontin' hard, but ain't got no style.

You keep pitching. Most of the pitches run wild. A few are caught.

I'm a wild horse, to say the least, and with age, I haven't calmed down completely.

I said: "He cannot be so bad if he loves roses so much." "But he is a Beast," said Father helplessly. I saw that he was weakening, and wishing only to comfort him I said, "Cannot a Beast be tamed?"

So it was true! A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

I fancy a safari in South Africa. Watching animals in the wild must be amazing.

The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Jack is really the new breed, a wild-man comedian. America's funnyman.

I am an uninhibited, off-the-cuff, wild card who likes to enjoy life.

I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy, even when they're wild with kid energy.

The parts for women, you're either like the quietly suffering wife or the wild girl.

My mind soarsand whirlsin a danceof wild fearand graceful hope.

I was listening to music to kind of pump myself up and get psyched up, like I was listening to Iron Maiden and Misfits and Dead Kennedys, and it was like my '80s Massachusetts parking-lot heavy metal and Guns N' Roses.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

If I can be my crazy, wild self in front of a person, and he still likes me, that's romantic.

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?