Lovely Rose Quotes to Add Some Beauty to Your Day
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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.
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 the flower and handmaiden of love -- the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
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.
You can see a rose both in two ways. First, through its beautiful petals. The other, through its thorns.
Love grows in the heart like a rose, if no one is there to care and look after that, it loses freshness and dies.
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.
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.
Longer Version/[Notes]:
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
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.
Yet, O thou beautiful rose!
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet?
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.
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.
A mother's love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother's love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each rose petal and inspires hope.

I've come to believe that the true splendor of roses shine through their reflection in the eyes of our loved ones. That is why we give roses to people we love; to show them the reflection of beauty and splendor of love in our own eyes, as we see it in their eyes.
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.
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.

She's not particularly fond of red roses;
too common, unoriginal, everyday-ish,
but give her the rare rose, black or blue,
to complement her melancholy spirit and dark soul
and she lights up
like the brightest star on the darkest night.
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.
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.

Roses aren't any less beautiful because they don't live long. No one looks at them and thinks, man, what a tragedy they'll only be around for a little while. You just appreciate them while they're there. Or if you don't, you're missing the point.
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.

The language of roses shifts under our feet. It blows in and out like the wind. It carries the fragrance of the flower and then it is gone...It is how we learn to speak about something that is disappearing as we say its name.
There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair.
Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.
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.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Longer Version/[Notes]:
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.
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.'
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.

Consider the rose...The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right? But sometimes, you got to clip the rose. You got to cut the rose back, so something sweeter smelling and stronger, and even more beautiful, will grow in its place.
Longer Version/[Notes]:
Consider the rose...The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right? But sometimes, you got to clip the rose. You got to cut the rose back, so something sweeter smelling and stronger, and even more beautiful, will grow in its place.
Friendship is like a rose. . . opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds. . . day by day it reveals its true beauty.
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.
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.
The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.
Life is a garden. It is an opportunity. You can grow weeds, you can grow roses; it all depends on you.
Take time to smell the roses. Appreciating the little things in life really can make all the difference.
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
