One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
I never promised you a rose garden.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God.
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
Love would never b a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.
The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
White folks are the luckiest people: Finally a black president and he's a behaved one. Went to the best schools, best colleges, never raises his voice. I ran for president in 1968. I tell (audiences) if I won, I would have dug up the Rose Garden and planted watermelon!
You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.
Well, being a jazz musician is not a rose garden!
Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet?
I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.
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