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.

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 without an explanation; She blooms, because She blooms.

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.

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.'

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.

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.

Gather the roses of life today.

One may live without bread, not without roses.

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.

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.

Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.

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.

Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.

I can't be a rose in any man's lapel.

I never promised you a rose garden.

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

One rose says more than the dozen.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

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.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Love and a red rose can't be hid.

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

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.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.

You don't blast a heart open, she said. You coax and nurture it open, like the sun does to a rose.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more bushes.