Proverbs & sayings

Walter de la Mare

Oh niemand weiss,
Durch welche wilden Zeite
Die Rose wanderte

Dorothy Parker

Final Thought: Have you ever wondered. “Why is it no one ever sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, its always just my luck to get just one perfect rose”.

Anonymous

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.

Proverb

Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.

Anonymous

The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.

Anonymous

Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things must fade, before they can bloom again.

Therese of Lisieux

The splendor of the rose and the witness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba – Indian spiritual leader

Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain – grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without a sting; cleverness consists of gathering the honey nevertheless.

William Butler Yeats

If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle it is.

Leo F. Buscaglia

A single rose can be my garden….A single friend, my world.

Anonymous

A rose gives fragrance even to those that crush it.

Anonymous

Roses are thoughts of beauty, taking form to gladden mortal gaze; Bright gems of earth in which perchance we see what Eden was – what paradise may be.

From the poem by the ancient Greek poet, Anacreon

The rose is honour and beauty of flowers
The rose is the care and love of the spring
The rose is the pleasure of the heavenly powers.

Lord Byron

The roses of love glad the garden of life.

William Shakespeare

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.

Edgar Guest

It matters not what goal you seek – its secret here reposes: you’ve got to dig from week to week – to get results on roses.

H.L. Mencken

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.

Linda Knight

The best blush to use is laughter. It puts roses in your cheeks and soul.

Salvador Dali

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

Dale Carnegie

We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.

Jean Richepin

One may live without bread, not without roses.

Patience Strong

The earth is absolutely honest; it gives back what is put into it plus interest on the time, money & effort invested. Treat soil handsomely and it will give you a rich return.

John Andrew Holmes

At middle age the soul should be opening up like a rose, not closing up like a cabbage.

Chinese proverb

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom. Chinese proverb

Richard Henry Wilde

My life is like the summer rose that opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close is scattered to the ground – to die.

A single Rose

A single rose to lane
A single rose to slain
A single rose to hide my pain
A single rose to turn the tide
A single rose to make roads wide
A single rose as my guild
A single rose to rise the soul
A single rose to widen the hole
A single rose to achieve a goal
A single rose to melt the heart
A single rose to force a start
A single rose to cult
A single rose to freeze my body
A single rose to mourn this memory
A single rose to start a life
A single rose to end the strife
A single black rose
A single black rose.
A single black rose to carry the load,
A single black rose to turn the road,
A single black rose to touch the soul,
A single black rose to widen your hole,
A single black rose to melt your heart,
A single black rose to force a start,
A single black rose to make you cry,
A single black rose to make you dry,
A single black rose to help you climb,
A single black rose to make you lie,
A single black rose to take a life,
A single black rose to take away strife.

Rose

She to rose; eye to petal –
Scent of rose to hers; squaring up,
The rose and woman’s enigmatic beauty.
Mystery of colour;
Sophisticated nose of rose
Convinces – is that a wavering mind?
Rose, wink to me and let me know!
Rose, ambassador – stealthy messenger.
Rose! you waft a cheeky charm
Beneath your regal poise.
Regaling her, you are the dance!
Rose, your velvet feel in silken hand
Has her succumbed – again!
You watch her dial his number,
And grinning in accomplishment,
Your petals open further.

Roses roses roses

Rose’s rose rose
In the light of the day
While the wind blows
Round its flowers of the lightest rosé.
Rose’s rose rose
In a way Rose may
When she grows
As her rose
Shows
How it grows
And by the end of the day
When her rose’s flowers’d close
And its head would sway
In the wind, Rose would say:
“My rose, as you rose
In the light of the day
Did you notice those,
The sounds of your stay?
Not only those of the day,
But, too, the ones of the dark, rose,
The ones of the dark and the moon in its pose.
Did you notice those, rose?
Did you notice those? ”
And the rose would know
What Rose would want to say
And it would sleep
With its flowers of the lightest rosé.

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