Thorns And Roses Quotes Novels & Stories

Your rosa has learned exactly where to plant her thorns. And they’re already blooming inside your heart.

She yearns for an escape, longing to find a place where she can live peacefully, free from the burdens that weigh her down. Saisha, noticing Rose's restless pen-clicking, musters the courage to inquire about her concerns. Rose takes a deep breath, shaking her head in response. Saisha persists, stating her curiosity and wondering what could be bothering Rose. Rose turns to face her, a smile gracing her lips as she retorts, "Not all of us are born with roses, Saisha. I was born with thorns that will continue to prickle me all my life."

She turned to me and smiled at me, handing me a rose. "You know a rose flower right?" she asked, her piercing gaze making me uncomfortable. "Yes. Everyone knows roses," I responded, not the least interested in what she was saying. "Well, of course," she laughed. "Okay...." I mouthed. "You see, the rose is so beautiful and elegant. It symbolizes love and affection," she spoke. Why was she saying all these things? I don't even care. "Well, even though the rose is beautiful, it has thorns," she continued.

My beautiful rose garden. For a moment, I simply stand there, staring at it as though I am seeing it for the very first time. The flowers are in bloom, their petals soft and vibrant, almost deceptively beautiful in the fading light. It strikes me then, suddenly and with an odd clarity, that I have never really thought about them beyond their surface. For every beautiful rose, there are thorns. The realization settles slowly, uncomfortably, as my mind begins to turn it over, searching for meaning where I had never bothered to look before.

“I thought your room could use something beautiful.” He pushed the roses toward her. She didn’t move to take them. "I like lilies better," she declared bluntly. "Falsehoods." His smile got bigger. "Elara, you're no lily. In the sun, lilies wither. Roses bloom and bleed in it. He lean closer speaking slowly so she alone could hear. “You and I are roses. Power with thorns. And I intend to see you bloom beside me.” Her eyes narrowed. “And if I choose to bloom alone?”

And that was more than enough. I turned back around and continued to prune the roses in my hands. The thorns had already been stripped away, leaving nothing but soft, beautiful petals. Just like my life. With the poison extracted, it finally bloomed.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

Cyrill placed it into her palm and enclosed it with her fingers so she may have a tight grip in it. But she didn’t tighten her grip. A rose is still a rose. Despite its crimson beauty, it still has spiky thorns along the stem. “Think of the rose as you. And winter is the sadness. The longer you are exposed to winter, the faster you wither. Just like you.” He touched Rozelyn’s lips with his still-frigid thumb. “If you don’t like to wilt away, then you must let sunshine enter your life. So that at least, you will have a bit of happiness and light to thaw the sadness in your heart.”

She happily accepted the flower. Lucas doesn't seem to grasp what she's saying. thorns? “What are thorns?” he wondered. “Did you notice the spike around the stem? It's known as the throne. If you are not careful, it may cause you harm.” Anna explained. “Why would such a lovely flower have thorns?” Lucas asked. He still couldn't figure it out. Anna cast a soft glance at him. “The thorns are guarding the roses because they are afraid someone will harm them.” She explained.