Thorns And Roses Quotes Novels & Stories

I looked around to find a note near the vase. #Bribe 2.2: Hope you're still in a good mood after #bribe 2.1. But if not, then these will definitely improve your mood. White rose reminds me a lot of you, y'know. Beautiful to look at, but can make you bleed if you press a wrong button, or wrong part of the stem. XD. Anyways, I'm learning how to prevent it. Hopefully I'll find one without thorns someday. Have a good day, friend. ;)

“Life is not full of roses With the rose there comes thorns Life is not full of happiness With the happiness there comes sorrow Life is not what you see There is always face hidden behind the mask” Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine

"The moment we're born, that seed is born with us too. And when the day comes, when we finally meet our mate, the seed grows. They say it grows into everlasting love, joy and peace but mine grew into a fluttering Rose. He came into my life, and brought the smile a Rose gives. His scent basked over me endearingly like a Rose gives. My life flourished and shone beautifully like the redness of the petals itself. But our love was different. It had a lifespan. He was a Rose after all. They say Roses generally have no thorns but my Rose was different. Piercing deep into my fragile heart, gradually draining the beauty of life out of me. Just like the petals fell off, he took every beautiful piece o

she shook her head, “as long as I told him and even if I didn’t tell him initially, it would still come up in our discussion later in the day when he asks how my day was.” Sharon rubbed her hand with a smile, “I’m happy for you, I’m happy for both of you and I just want you to know, roses has thorns but it didn’t stop it from being beautiful, does it?” Sasha smiled and shook her head, “no.” “Good, so what do you do when you get a rose, you take out the thorns and then you keep the beautiful flower right? And if you are not careful, you will get hurt while taking off the thorns, but does it make you hate the roses? No, rather, you will be more careful and gentler in taking the thorns out and

He looked down at his hand, a smile crept across his face. "I just think roses are so interesting. They signify beauty and passion that makes everyone get allured by it. But aside from its beauty, the thorns that signify danger surround them. Though others perceive roses deceitful, I think they're precious. Because once you managed to cut the thorns protecting them from danger, it makes you feel significant. And that's why people give it to their romantic partners; they want to make them feel significant," he explained. Miguel impressed me so much. I'd never managed to look deeper into things such as that because I wasn't fond of being unrealistic. I never got why it was the most meaningful

So my legs and hands were pretty much exposed. "Hmmm, there is a saying, marriage is not a bed of roses, or love is not a bed of roses. One of them, I think, you are the reason they made that statement," she said and laughed. "Roses have thorns, so stay away," she said and walked away. I got up and looked at the pricks sustained from the thorns of the Rose flowers. I dusted myself up and removed the thorns that got stuck in my skin. I had blood stains all over.

Trailing his fingers through them, sniffing them. “Do you know why the rose is the most beautiful flower of all and why covered with thorns?” He asked. I snuggled my head into his chest. “So that the beauty of rose can be protected,” I replied. “Yes, and if you want to hold something precious, you have to face the consequences,” he added. Something clicked inside me. “You are my flower, and I am your protective thorn,” he whispered. “But what would you do when someone else wants to touch your flower, trying to destroy those delicate petals?”

he retorted and eyed at me once more. "You appear to be a rose because of your alluring smile, your softness as of its petals that arise to be fragrant. You can be anyone's favorite, for you give beauty to the days of their life." He paused for a moment and his deep regards were mesmerizing my countenance. "Yet, you have those deadly thorns which once pricketh onto their cores, they shall surely lose their life." He chuckled and pinched my cheek which caused me to frown at him. "You know what I mean," he added.

he muttered, pulling back suddenly. A drop of blood welled on his fingertip where a thorn had pricked him. "Let me see," I fretted, taking his hand. "It's nothing," he smiled. "Red roses are tougher than white moonpetals. Roses are meant to have thorns; it's not their fault if they prick unwary wolves." Our eyes met, and I understood his deeper meaning. My defenses weren't flaws but part of who I was. And he accepted them—accepted me—completely.