Roses Quotes

“I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, some people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are there forever.
Roses are teaching that the beauty of life will bloom, once you have taught yourself the lessons given by living with the thorns.”
― Grigoris Deoudis

“It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?"
"Okay," he went on, "Now imagine someone gives you ten thousand roses."
"That is a whole lotta roses," she said. "That's too much."
"Right. Too much. But more than that, it makes each individual rose much less special, right? It makes it hard to pick one out and say, 'That's the good one.' And it makes you want to just get rid of them all because none of them seem special now."
Connie had narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying when you're at school you just want to get rid of everyone?”
― Barry Lyga, I Hunt Killers

“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 is to laugh at myself, whenever I can! I believe in the sunlight and in grey skies with big, beautiful clouds!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms
the diseased slums of a broken heart
into a palace made of psalms and gold.”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

“With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

“Someone heroic and valiant, not merely skilled in speech; someone who is kind and pure in heart. Someone who does not play with white roses that belong to others.”
― Sarah Mally, Before You Meet Prince Charming: A Guide to Radiant Purity

“I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Dirait-on
Abandon entouré d'abandon,
tendresse touchant aux tendresses ...
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on;

se caresse en soi-même,
par son propre reflet éclairé.
Ainsi tu inventes le thème
du Narcisse exaucé.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“You’re too sacred,” he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. “You’re the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed

“Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.”
― John Corwin, Dark Light of Mine

“Quite honestly, most of us don’t live in a world with perfect loam.”
― Mark Whitelaw

“...At that moment, our fates entwined, Roses. I know not why, but I know it to be true—I am bound to you forevermore. There is nothing to regret.”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed

“The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed

“I began to turn my body, but he held me and laid me back onto the bed, insistently, kissing my breasts but not lingering, kissing a line down my stomach and lower. “You want me to prove to you that I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, Roses. Is that true, aye? Because I just can’t take this anymore.”
I gasped as he licked into my sensitive flesh, wetting me with his soft strokes, speaking soft words against my skin. “If you insist on doubting me, Roses, if you absolutely insist on breaking down every defense that I have with your tears and your plush, wet, ripe beauty, then that’s what I’ll have to do, lass. Is that what you want from me? Proof?”
I could only sigh a soft response, already falling, burning, wanting too much.”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed

“En une seule fleur
Enchantée de cet artifice,
ton abondance l’avait osé.

Tu étais assez riche, pour devenir cent
fois toi-même en une seule fleur;
c’est l’état de celui qui aime
Mais tu n’as pas pensé ailleurs.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“Contre qui, rose,
avez-vous adopté
ces épines?
Votre joie trop fine
vous a-t-elle forcée
de devenir cette chose
armée?

Mais de qui vous protège
cette arme exagérée?
Combien d’ennemis vous ai-je
enlevés
qui ne la craignaient point?
Au contraire, d’été en automne,
vous blessez les soins
qu’on vous donne.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“De ton rêve trop plein,
fleur en dedans nombreuse,
mouillée comme une pleureuse,
tu te penches sur le matin.

Tes douces forces qui dorment,
dans un désir incertain,
développent ces tendres formes
entre joues et seins.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“La rose complète
J’ai une telle conscience de ton
être, rose complète,
que mon consentement te confond
avec mon cœur en fête.

Je te respire comme si tu étais,
rose, toute la vie,
et je me sens l’ami parfait
d’une telle amie.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“Je te vois, rose, livre entrebâillé,
qui contient tant de pages
de bonheur détaillé
qu'on ne lira jamais. Livre-mage,
qui s'ouvre au vent et qui peut être lu
les yeux fermés ...,
dont les papillons sortent confus
d'avoir eu les mêmes idées.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

“He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could feel his thickness beginning to stretch me. The sensation was dizzying, and my vision blurred at the edges.
“Is this what my Roses wants from me?” he whispered in my ear, biting the soft flesh of my lobe between his teeth. “Say it to me.”
“Aye, warrior,” I gasped.”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed

“The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. “Are you jealous, my love?”
― Juliette Miller, Highlander Claimed