#thorns

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream. ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#does #dream #profession #reader #thorns

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#flower #need #numerous #single #thorns

He studies me thoughtfully. "You are a beautiful queen, Elisa," he says voice pitched low. I never expected he would say such a thing. "A month or two of pastries will fix that," I say. Then I smile to show him I mean it flippantly. His expression does not change. "Even then. ↗

— Rae Carson

#beauty

Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns? ↗

— J. Aleksandr Wootton

#blossom #philosophy-of-beauty #price-of-beauty #roses #thorns

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers. ↗

— Gerald Massey

#dearth #flowers #gather #kindness #only

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

— Bret Michaels

#life #my life #part #roses #thorns

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. ↗

— Thomas Moore

#always #awake #first #flowers #heart

If love is a battlefield and we all get scars....These were my reminders…my necessary thorns. ↗

— Sabrina Childress

#life #love #those-necessary-thorns #life

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

I have seen one shrike occupy himself for hours in sticking up on thorns, a number of small fishes that the fishermen had thrown on the shore. The fishes dried up and decayed. ↗

— John Bachman

#dried #fishermen #fishes #had #himself