#rose

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#baroque #decoration #interior #over #prose

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. ↗

— George Herbert

#days #full #lie #roses #spring

Illegal drug use runs contrary to the image of health depicted by cycling. Distributors of these drugs must be prosecuted more harshly as they are ciminals. ↗

— Bernard Hinault

#cycling #depicted #distributors #harshly #health

I find old copies of National Gallery catalogues, which are written in the dryest possible prose, infinitely soothing. ↗

— Howard Hodgkin

#copies #find #gallery #i #infinitely

We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.' ↗

— Francois Hollande

#chased #clouds #rose #sky

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes

#breathing #every #fold #rose #sweets

My early prose style - this is so embarrassing - was sort of a suburban, Presbyterian knockoff of Woody Allen. ↗

— John Hughes

#early #embarrassing #presbyterian #prose #sort

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#birds #came #dawn #did #does

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. ↗

— Hubert H. Humphrey

#depends #important #life #name #only

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#fierce #first #flame #hang #heart