An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.
H.L. MenckenTags: humor cabbage cooking fragrance idealism metaphors perfume roses similes
Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy
of being No-one's sleep under so many
lids.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...
Antoine de Saint-ExupéryFeeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose.
Robin McKinleyTags: dark light roses reassurance magic balance shadows
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.
Tupac ShakurTags: persistence beauty dreams roses hardship concrete
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.
Alphonse KarrTags: optimism pessimism perspective roses gratitude misattributed-abraham-lincoln positive-thinking complaints glass-half-full thorns
You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.
Antoine de Saint-ExupéryTags: inspirational love roses uniqueness caring
What a lovely thing a rose is!"
He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.
"There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
Tags: reason nature religion goodness hope roses flowers providence deduction
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Tags: beauty roses thorns defenses
She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]....
Eva IbbotsonTags: roses russia a-countess-below-stairs eva-ibbotson
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