#roses

I'm not sure I want all my neuroses cleared up. ↗

— Patty Duke

#i #neuroses #sure #up #want

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light. ↗

— Aberjhani

#beauty #beauty-in-nature #divinity #elation #faces

My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns. ↗

— Bret Michaels

#life #my life #part #roses #thorns

I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match. ↗

— Arthur Miller

#i #i love #just #love #match

'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