quotations about roses
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.
LOUISA MAY ALCOTT, A Long Fatal Love Chase
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
Summer of roses! O empress of flowers!
You are all I care to know: you and your many sisters.
FRANCIS JAMMES, "Summer of Roses"
There is more hope in a heather rose than in all the tons of Teutonic philosophy.
LIN YUTANG, preface, Between Tears and Laughter
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY, The Little Prince
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has its thorn.
POISON, "Every Rose Has Its Thorn", Open Up and Say ... Ahh
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.
BETTE MIDLER, "The Rose"
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
STING, "Desert Rose"
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose
That blossoms in the garden of the King.
ELSA BARKER, The Mystic Rose
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
EDWARD FITZGERALD, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
And once I knew a meditative rose
That never raised its head from bowing down,
Yet drew its inspiration from the stars.
It bloomed and faded here beside the road,
And, being a poet, wrote on empty air
With fragrance all the beauty of its soul.
HENRY ABBEY, "A Morning Pastoral", We taste the fragrance of the rose.
We taste the fragrance of the rose.
MARK AKENSIDE, The Pleasures of Imagination
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would not cost half as much during the winter months.
GEORGE ADE, "The Fable of the Old Fox and the Young Fox", True Bills
Rose, oh pure contradiction, desire,
To be no one's sleep under so many lids.
RAINER MARIA RILKE, his epitaph, composed sometime before October 27, 1925
Since Eden's freshness and man's fall, no rose has been original.
THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH, "Originality"
Pretty Rose, thou gaudy flower,
Sacred to Love's almighty power,
Whence there's no Lover ever seeks,
But finds Thee in his Mistress' cheeks.
ANACREON, "Ode V", Odes
The rose is born evil ... but it is pink.
LOUIS ARAGON, La Roman Inacheve
So, timely you came, and well you chose,
You came when most needed, my winter rose.
From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press
Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
ALFRED AUSTIN, "My Winter Rose", Lyrical Poems
A rose is sweeter in the bud than full blown.
JOHN LYLY, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit