But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity.
One may live without bread, not without roses.
The author squares man's depravity with still being made in the image of God with this word picture. A vase that has held beautiful roses though now broken, will nevertheless hold something of the fragrance it once contained.
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
Swans moulting die, snow melts to tears, Roses do blush and hang their heads
I want real loyalty. I want someone who will kiss my ass in Macy's window, and say it smells like roses.
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Fire beats roses again.
A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.
I never really felt at home with that - the headbands, the roses, the feet, the peace sign, all that bollocks. That wasn't me at all; I felt like a fish totally out of water during the mid-'60s thing.
Plant now the roses of Hope, Love, Promise, God Consciousness, and the Glory of your Soul.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.
Don't forget to stop and smell the roses.
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.