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Teddy Kennedy rose to become a liberal lion by collaborating with Republicans.
And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.
I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.
We've got no hate for each other [in the band Stone Roses], and we never have.
The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.
The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet; the second, an imbecile.
Honor women! They strew celestial roses on the pathway of our terrestrial life.
You can't always be like 'sunshine and roses'. I like a little bit of darkness.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.
Amber Rose is NOT Charlie's [Rose] cousin. I just want to make sure people know.
Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.
Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.
There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.
If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.
There is more hope in a heather rose than in all the tons of Teutonic philosophy.
I'm not going to wear rose-colored glasses when it comes to Russia, or Mr. Putin.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Match me such marvel, save in Eastern clime, A rose-red city'half as old asTime'!
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.
Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.
The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering: the nothing--, the no one's rose.
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.
Now get that Rose, get that get that Rose A little Hennessy & Louis the Thirteenth
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.
Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.
Love wasn't a thing you fell in, but rose to. It was what stopped you from falling.
Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".
Our lives are a mosaic of little things, like putting a rose in a vase on the table.
You follow the same paths of thought as before. Only, they appear strewn with roses.
The purpose of pruning is to improve the quality of the roses, not to hurt the bush.
she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.
The artist is he who can take something ordinary and wring out of it attar of roses.
I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.
I wanted to go home and if Hell rose up to stop me, it would make me desire it more.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?