#rose

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#life

He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. "See what I mean? Thorns don't stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them.... Cause the rose is worth it... Think what you'd miss. ↗

— Charles Martin

#thorns #tough-life #tough-times #worth #life

All drama is about lies. All drama is about something that’s hidden. A drama starts because a situation becomes imbalanced by a lie. The lie may be something we tell each other or something we think about ourselves, but the lie imbalances a situation. If you’re cheating on your wife the repression of that puts things out of balance; or if you’re someone you think you’re not, and you think you should be further ahead in your job, that neurotic vision takes over your life and you’re plagued by it until you’re cleansed. At the end of a play the lie is revealed. The better the play the more surprising and inevitable the lie is. Aristotle told us this ↗

— David Mamet

#charlie-rose-show #drama #lies #play #life

A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn't my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking. Wasn't I stronger than this? ↗

— Anna Sheehan

#true-to-life #life

I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses. ↗

— Wilkie Collins

#roses #life

Pete Rose came over to the Phillies in '79 and he became the catalyst that helped us to put it all together. ↗

— Steve Carlton

#came #catalyst #helped #over #pete

For marriage is like life in this—that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#bed-of-roses #love #marriage #matrimony #war

Days grow hotter and life grows shorter. Time is somehow running out. She flips her pillow so she won't have to sleep on her tears. ↗

— Toby Barlow

#life

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#love #magic #rosemary #salt #superstition