For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?
Antoine de Saint-ExupéryTags: love war stars roses flowers importance uniqueness longing protection sheep thorns
Sah ein Knab' ein Röslein stehn,
Röslein auf der Heiden,
war so jung und morgenschön,
lief er schnell, es nah zu sehn,
sah's mit vielen Freuden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
Knabe sprach: „Ich breche dich,
Röslein auf der Heiden!“
Röslein sprach: „Ich steche dich,
dass du ewig denkst an mich,
und ich will's nicht leiden.“
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
Und der wilde Knabe brach's
Röslein auf der Heiden;
Röslein wehrte sich und stach,
half ihm doch kein Weh und Ach,
musst' es eben leiden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein rot,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
Men were created before women. ... But that doesn't prove their superiority – rather, it proves ours, for they were born out of the lifeless earth in order that we could be born out of living flesh. And what's so important about this priority in creation, anyway? When we are building, we lay foundations on the ground first, things of no intrinsic merit or beauty, before subsequently raising up sumptuous buildings and ornate palaces. Lowly seeds are nourished in the earth, and then later the ravishing blooms appear; lovely roses blossom forth and scented narcissi.
Moderata FonteTags: empowerment gender men women self-esteem roses flowers birth building superiority priority dignity ornament
He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. "See what I mean? Thorns don't stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them.... Cause the rose is worth it... Think what you'd miss.
Charles MartinTags: roses worth thorns tough-times tough-life
Rosa que al prado, encarnada,
te ostentas presuntuosa
de grana y carmín bañada:
campa lozana y gustosa;
pero no, que siendo hermosa
tambien serás desdichada.
Tags: beauty roses unhappiness
Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemos.
Bernard of ClunyTags: loss roses purity corruption names decline disappearance void ubi-sunt
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart LovelaceTags: roses description sunshine june summer grass
The rose has told
In one simplicity
That never life
Relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow
An ancient confidence.
Tags: life confidence roses letting-go bloom
I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.
Wilkie CollinsThere were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.
Dorothy L. SayersTags: first-sentence opening-lines roses blood
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