One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.
As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.
I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.
Thorns do not keep a rose from blooming, neither should obstacles keep you from success.
Love is like the wild rose-briar Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.
Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me somet...
She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.
Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Everything's coming up roses - for me.
Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised...
Roses, she thought sardonically, All trash, m’dear.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!
You are lovelier than all the roses in the world.
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,For they are women's children, and we mother them again.Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies...
I believe in roses. And I believe in putting roses into a vase and sitting the vase on the table. I believe in getting lost and being found, I believe in going barefoot, and in laughter! My religion i...
Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.
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