Deep down there is a rose in every heart.

There is a rose in every heart. Enlightenment is recognizing that rose.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

The roses started him thinking, how the oddity of them was beautiful and how that oddity was contrived to give them value. "It just struck me – clear and complete all at once – no long figuring about it." He realized that children could be designed. "And I thought to myself, now that would a rose garden worthy of a man's interest."We children would smile and hug him and he would grin around at us and send the twins for a pot of cocoa from the drink wagon and me for a bag of popcorn because the red-haired girls would just throw it out when they finished closing the concession anyway. And we would all be cozy in the warm booth of the van, eating popcorn and drinking cocoa and feeling like Papa's roses.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.

The bright flower was like a face. Somehow, the beauty and life of it were surprising in the plain room, like a gay little child who might suddenly appear in a doorway.

A rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose. All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like women too.

There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

Lucy happily settled down to work. First she sent for papyrus and handmade a book leaf by leaf, binding the leaves together between board covers. Then she filled each page from memory, drew English roses budding and Chinese roses in full bloom, peppercorn-pink Bourbon roses climbing walls and silvery musk roses drowsing in flowerbeds. She took every rose she'd ever seen, made them as lifelike as she could (where she shaded each petal the rough paper turned silken), and in these lasting forms she offered them to Safiye.

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Women Are Not RosesWomen have no beginningonly continualflows.Though rivers flowwomen are notrivers.Women are notrosesthey are not oceansor stars.i would like to tellher this buti think shealready knows.

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.

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

When I am longing for love, every rose is the expression of my soul.