Thorns And Roses Quotes Novels & Stories

They had both come from work, being busy people who hadn't had the time to change into a more casual outfit. "Every smart woman likes roses, Andre. Despite their beauty and rareness, their thorn reminds you not to get carried away by having romantic illusions. They sit in my vase, so I find them agreeable." He reclined into the seat, the corner of his lip curved upward into a smirk. "I'm impressed, Ariadne."

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Amelia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of tranquility as she took in the vibrant colors and delicate petals. As they paused near a bed of roses, Lucas turned to Amelia with a gentle smile. "Amelia, do you see these roses?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth. "Each one is unique, just like our own journeys. Some may have thorns, but they also possess a remarkable beauty that withstands even the harshest storms."

Allison was unable to deny the fact that it hurt her feelings to hear someone else speak in such a way about the person who she loved. But the way Elora was looking at those flowers, she could not say that she looked pleased. "Do you know why roses have thorns?" Elora asked her. She glanced at the roses and asked, "Why?" "Thorns are there to protect the flower so that no one can harm it. But people do what they desire. They cut off the thorns first and lastly rip the roses from the tree. Because without thorns, they are vulnerable and easy to catch." Allison was blown away by her point of view. She was certain that Elora was an extraordinary woman without a shadow of a doubt.

“Hah!, stop spewing nonsense, he hasn’t found out about so many things that he should have known already, why would he find out about this.. Relax, I will handle everything,” A vicious smile splayed across those lips painted in deep red When you plant cactus, the thorns are an inevitable part of it, Even a rose isn't spared from the prick of a thorn.. All Hearts!!

Her red petals were described in every single book I had read and to say I was obsessed would be an understatement. Roses were so rare. We didn't have any on our backyard lawn but mama had seen them before. "They are the rarest and most unique type of flowers. I believe you will see one some day my dear and when you do, don't forget to adore its unique beauty and ironic nature" she would say. "Life is just like a rose my dear" she would begin soon after, readjusting so I was laying right in her lap. "It can be beautiful like a rose but don't forget a rose always has thorns, the sharpest of thorns. But you see that despite the thorns a rose carries it looks so beautiful and always stands out"

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

The petals stood out in stark, vivid contrast against the dark soil, a splash of blood on a wound. “He was the only one always there for me,” she said, her voice softer now, almost tender. “I hate that I wasn’t there for his last moment.” Her gaze lingered on the rose. “When I was sad, he’d always remind me of the rose. How beautiful it was, yet still armed with thorns.” She turned those sharp green eyes on me again, a faint, unsettling smile curving her lips. “I am that rose.” I blinked, unsure how to respond.