“It is a thorny rose, which draws red blooddrops from thine heart—
The delicate bright ribbon of the rainbow, o’er thee hung.”

“In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.”

“In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.”

“Let us try to see things from their better side: You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes; Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods That thorns have roses.”

“Do grant, O my Lord Jesus, that when my lips approach Thine to kiss Thee, I may taste the gall that was given Thee. And when my shoulders lean against Thine, make me feel Thy scourgings. And when my flesh is united with Thine in the Holy Eucharist, make me feel Thy Passion. And when my head comes near to Thine, make me feel Thy thorns. And when my heart is close to Thine, make me feel Thine embrace.”

“Around his neck a ribbon clung,
Close to his heart a picture hung :
I saw the face — it was not mine;
I saw, too, a small dagger shine,
A curious toy — you know the rest.”

“It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues.”

“Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse”

“The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.”

“O maid, while youth is with the rose and thee,
Pluck thou the rose: life is as swift for thee.”
Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus et nova pubes,<br/>et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.