#roses

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. ↗

— Edward Moore

#long #now #roses #sorrow #summer

Who's the new Ramones, who's the new Guns 'N Roses, who's the new Motley Crue, who's the new Black Sabbath? They're coming, they're on the street, they're 16, 17 years old. ↗

— Nikki Sixx

#black sabbath #coming #crue #guns #motley

Basketball talent is basketball talent, no matter if it comes from the suburbs or the city. Take the time to know and understand me before you judge me. Only God can do that. Roses do grow from concrete! ↗

— Chris Webber

#before #city #comes #concrete #god

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#inspirational #love #roses #uniqueness #beauty

The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. “Are you jealous, my love? ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #dreams

The dawn of a color, blooms with a rose. Telling tales, meanings of vibrant with the red of fire. Loyalty extending like the blue ocean blues. Quality like the orange sunset set with romance and friendship. In hindsight, these are meanings and colors, but the important and honest trait...you gave one to someone you love and they admire it and you. ↗

— Alan Ascua

#friendship

What can I say about love that’s never been said by me or anyone else? Well, sometimes love smells like my farts, after I eat a dozen roses. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#love #roses #funny

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#love #roses #love

Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose. ↗

— Robin McKinley

#magic #reassurance #roses #shadows #love

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important? ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#importance #longing #love #protection #roses