Walter de la Mare
- Oh niemand weiss,
- Durch welche wilden Zeite
- Die Rose wanderte
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”.
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.
The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.
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.
A rose gives fragrance even to those that crush it.
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.
The roses of love glad the garden of life.
- 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.
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.
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.
The best blush to use is laughter. It puts roses in your cheeks and soul.
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.
We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
One may live without bread, not without roses.
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.
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.
- 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
- 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.