Quotes about rose
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"A Few Pages of Notes," http://books.google.com/books?id=hXVHAAAAYAAJ&q=%22An+idealist+is+one+who+on+noticing+that+a+rose+smells+better+than+a+cabbage+concludes+that+it+is+also+more+nourishing%22&pg=PA435#v=onepage The Smart Set (January 1915); later published in A Little Book in C Major http://books.google.com/books?id=EAJbAAAAMAAJ&q=%22An+idealist+is+one+who+on+noticing+that+a+rose+smells+better+than+a+cabbage+concludes+that+it+is+also+more+nourishing%22&pg=PA19#v=onepage (1916)
1910s
Source: A Book of Burlesques

“I couldn’t be certain, but I think Rose swore in Russian.”
Source: The Ruby Circle

Essays, The Triumph of Easter (1938)
Source: The Whimsical Christian: 18 Essays

“Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".”
Source: The Secret Life of Prince Charming

“Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.”

“Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now…
Waterfall music”
Source: Japanese Haiku

Music, When Soft Voices Die http://www.readprint.com/work-1367/Percy-Bysshe-Shelley (1821)
Source: The Complete Poems
Source: We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.”
Source: North of Beautiful
“Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks.”
Source: Simply Irresistible
Source: On the Edge

“I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks." - Rose”
Variant: Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me.
"I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.
Source: Shadow Kiss

Source: The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship

America, A Prophecy.
1800s
Source: America: A Prophecy/Europe: A Prophecy: Facsimile Reproductions of Two Illuminated Books

“Water and stone
Flesh and bone
Night and morn
Rose and thorn
Tree and wind
Heart and mind”
Source: Cybele's Secret
Source: I Capture the Castle

1840s, Essays: First Series (1841), Self-Reliance
Context: These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less. Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
This should be plain enough. Yet see what strong intellects dare not yet hear God himself, unless he speak the phraseology of I know not what David, or Jeremiah, or Paul. We shall not always set so great a price on a few texts, on a few lives. We are like children who repeat by rote the sentences of grandames and tutors, and, as they grow older, of the men of talents and character they chance to see, —painfully recollecting the exact words they spoke; afterwards, when they come into the point of view which those had who uttered these sayings, they understand them, and are willing to let the words go; for, at any time, they can use words as good when occasion comes. If we live truly, we shall see truly. It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak. When we have new perception, we shall gladly disburden the memory of its hoarded treasures as old rubbish. When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.

“Rose to Rachel:
You cry you get angry then you do something about it.”
Source: The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Source: Where Dreams Begin
Source: Dreams of a Dark Warrior

“Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”
Variant: Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.
Source: The Secret Garden

“O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:”
The Sick Rose, plate 39.
Source: Songs of Experience (1794)
Context: p>O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.</p

“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”
Source: Bag of Bones

“A little bit of fragrance always clings to the hands that gives you roses”