The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
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The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose.
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Patience, thou young and rose lipp'd cherubim.
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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened Into the rose garden.
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She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning star of memory!
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.
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Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
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A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.
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To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self, an impossible claim that one should be at once Rose Bowl princess, medieval scholar, Saint Joan, Milly Theale, Temple Drake, Eleanor of Aquitaine, one?s sister and a stranger in a
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The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
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Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!I never sought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance supposeThe selfsame power that brought me there brought you
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One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
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In saffron-colored mantle, from the tides of ocean rose the morning to bring light to gods and men.
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Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose
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The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
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What's in a name That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
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If Pete Rose brings the Reds in first, they ought to bronze him and put him in cement.
One has but to observe a community of beavers at work in a stream to understand the loss in his sagacity, balance, cooperation, competence, and purpose which Man has suffered since he rose up on his hind legs.. He began to chatter and he developed Reason, Thought, and Imagination, qualities which would get the smartest group of rabbits or orioles in the world into inextricable trouble overnight.
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He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.
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Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.
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There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.
What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept Not one. When I was a boy the Sioux owned the world the sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today Who slew them Where are our lands Who owns them.. What law have I broken Is it wrong for me to love my own Is it wicked for me because my skin is red Because I am a Sioux because I was born where my father lived because I would die for my people and my country
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I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear When was I less by dying
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Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
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I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. THE BELOVED.
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