“ That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. ”
- Sylvia Plath- Copy
- 3.3K
“ I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves. ”
- Lucy Maud Montgomery- Copy
- 2.6K
“ I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess when my opponent says of it, "That piece cannot be moved.". ”
- Soren Kierkegaard- Copy
- 3.8K
“ Don't divorce your wife: bring her a dozen roses; the shock will kill her, and you can use the roses for the funeral. ”
- Evan Esar- Copy
- 318
“ Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses. ”
- Alphonse Karr- Copy
- 2.9K
“ Red roses are at her feet,(Roses are red in her red-gold hair)And O where her bosom and girdle meetRed roses are hidden there. ”
- Oscar Wilde- Copy
- 3.2K
“ The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, Held out in the smoke, like stars by day. ”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Copy
- 2.1K
“ Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? ”
- Edward Fitzgerald- Copy
- 3.3K
“ It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. ”
- George Eliot- Copy
- 606
“ Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now! ”
- Thomas F. Healey- Copy
- 2.1K
“ How tranquil is a coral tomb, and may the heavens grant that my companions and I be buried in no other! ”
- Jules Verne- Copy
- 1.4K
“ Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. ”
- William Shakespeare- Copy
- 1.3K
“ The roses are waking, my love, my love,Roses with dew-gems gleaming;Roses sweet-tinted, my love, my love,In the rosy dawn-light dreaming.On ev'ry sprayThe buds are breaking;Yes! the sweet rosesAre waking. ”
- William Thomson- Copy
- 2K
“ The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it! ”
- Daniel Dennett- Copy
- 2.7K
“ It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen's case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else's thorns in addition to his own. ”
- Charles Dickens- Copy
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