131 Lovely Rose Quotes to Add Some Beauty to Your Day

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

The Rose is without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms.

You can see a rose both in two ways. First, through its beautiful petals. The other, through its thorns.

If you don't feel the pointed things in life, you'll soon take the soft ones for granted.

The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.

Roses fall, but the thorns remain.

The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

Love grows in the heart like a rose, if no one is there to care and look after that, it loses freshness and dies.

A rose by any other name would cost as much.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

Before man's fall the rose was born,
St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;
But for man's fault then was the thorn
Without the fragrant rose-bud born;
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower;
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.

Loveliest of lovely things are they,
On earth, that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

Each one of us has it in themselves to be a free spirit, just as every rose bud has in it a rose.

Yet, O thou beautiful rose!
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet?

You can lose more than you thought possible and still grow back, stronger than anyone imagined.

When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

People tell me all the time I should stop and smell the roses, but I can't. I'm always thinking of what I can do to make what I have better and do more.

Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.

If you really screw up, send roses.

Live in Thorns but always enchant the hearts with your fragrance.

And the shower of roses spun around me, inviting me to take part in their ever-present waltz.

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

There's some language of flowers stuff that says what color roses mean what things. So I got you all the colors of roses they had because you're everything.

It's never easy to lose. But life is not all sunshine and roses.

A rose to the living is more than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.

When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

She did not need anyone else's love when she had roses.

Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.

Love is the only thing in this whole universe, that can make the roses grow out of the swords.

Roses are like kamikaze love pilots.
Roses are like suicide love bombers.

Until we're pushing up daisies, it might be good to remind ourselves daily that everything's coming up roses -- for me and for you.

It takes a loyal gardener to tend roses.

I looked at you and only saw beautiful because legendary is the ability of a woman's mind to weave fields of roses from thorns.

You might be an admirer of roses, but pardon me, I am a worshiper of their roots.

Don't care about the things they say about you, my dear. They envy your strength, and they hate the way how you grow roses out of your wounds.

In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in the middle of a green, plush lawn!

I haven't given up, I said. I've just decided to live for my roses.

The world needs more roses far more than it needs more basketball players.

I've never wanted roses
to resist wilting
more than I do now.
That's how I know
that I want this love
to last.

I walk in the rain and cry with it. I rise with the sun and set with it. I bloom with the rose and fall with it.

Historically, rose petals were valued for their medicinal qualities than their aesthetic qualities. Rose has antidepressant properties.

The gentle rose offers a powerful joy known only to the heart.

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

Deceptive things, roses. Pretty, and delicate, it's no wonder everyone wants to pluck them. Such a good thing they've got thorns to keep them safe.

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

Women show men beauty in things beyond their ambitions. Women tell men to stop and smell the roses.

When life is not coming up roses
Look to the weeds
and find the beauty hidden within them.

I will admit you are the finest if not the loveliest rose in the garden. But you see, my dear, I was looking for a sunflower.

There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair.

You can't have a pain-free life. It can't all be roses and unicorns.

A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

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

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

I can't have white roses. They symbolize death.

There's so much to appreciate about my life every single day, and I make a big point of taking time to smell the roses and noticing how lucky I am. I never want to take that for granted.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

Everything's coming up roses -- for me.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.

I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.

She is a rose, beautiful to look at, thorny when riled.

There is no rose without a thorn.

A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

Friendship is like a rose. . . opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds. . . day by day it reveals its true beauty.

Gather the roses of life today.

One may live without bread, not without roses.

If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

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.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love.

The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.