Thorns And Roses Quotes Novels & Stories

I see that they have different colors of roses. "Great question, I like red roses. How about you?" He simply answers and asks me. "Why, why do you like red roses?" I ask him. "Answer my question first, Joenabell." I shake my head without leaving my eyes to the beautiful flowers. "They symbolize passion, love, beauty, and perfection," he replies to me effortlessly. "They have thorns. No matter how perfect it looks like. Roses can never leave without a bad impression to me, " I start rambling by myself.

“Just Rose.” “Alright, then, Just Rose,” Matt said with a warm smile. “That’s a pretty name. What made you choose it? I’m assuming it is, in fact, not your real name.” I nodded. “You would be correct,” I said. “And… I don’t know. Roses have always been my favorite flowers.” “Why’s that?” I paused for a moment, thinking, before I answered. “It’s the thorns,” I finally said. “Roses are so beautiful, but they can cut you without warning.”

, Rose stomped her foot whilst expressing her deep disgust at what her mother is asking of her. “My sweet Rose, your thorns are showing… remember that young ladies need to be seen in society and present a calmness even when they don’t feel it inside”, spoke Opal serenely. “I know you would rather be out playing with your cousins but those boys are too rough and you are at an age where you can’t be rolling about playing in the muck!”, she continued.

Would you like to draw a picture for me ? The existence of An, the garden. Looking at all the plants here, and I approached a bunch of thorny roses. The rose plant thrives in lush and colorful flowers. I see this rose with thorns, this is an ordinary rose. It is red, but there are roses that are as red as blood. All the plants that I see here, have their own uniqueness. I stare at the rose in red, I stare at it and stare at it until it doesn't blink.

We were in the car when I asked, "I love the flowers by the way." "A perfect representation of who you are, really." "How so?" He glanced at me briefly, a smile gracing his lips, "Roses, beautiful but with thorns. You may be enchanted with their beauty but once you touch them you know how painful they can be." Wow, he really gave it some thinking. I didn't expect that. "And the sunflowers?" I asked after a short humm. "Bright, they can make the saddest of souls happy, just like you, when you want to, that is."

Theodore said giving up on arguing "Red roses they are the only ones used and suitable for things like engagement, first nights and marriage stuffs, you know why?" Leo said "Please indulge me." Theodore said "Because it signifies romance, love and everything that has to do with it. Keep this knowledge for when you find someone to love, other than that crazy banshee from the Black Wolf Pack, grow up Theodore." Leo said outrightly "You know what? I pray the goddess gets you a mate pretty soon or you may be the father of the entire nation with lots of bastard kids." Theodore said

Yet, I dared to entertain the fantasy of a life of quiet and peace with her and it seemed absolutely glorious. “There they are!” She pointed to the thorn roses she’d spoken about earlier and I truly saw them for what they were, imperfectly beautiful. “You were right, they're the most unique plants in the entire garden,” I told her as we walked toward them. She stretched out her hand to touch them and in a fit of panic that she’d get hurt by the thorns, I pulled her hands back quickly. She chuckled and turned to face me, “It's okay Reid, I know the soft spots where there aren't any thorns” she reassured me gently before she took hold of my hand.

On finding it, I put my hand through to grab the root. I feel a pain so sharp it courses throughout my whole hand. I have been pricked by a thorn. Ever heard that life is not a bed of roses? Thais is why. Cause under all those beauty, lay a lot of thorns that would prick you if you get too comfortable. I pull my hand out and watch the red liquid come out slowly from the almost invisible cut. Such pain from such beauty. Just like my marriage. Now, I don’t know where that thought came out from, but immediately shun it and get back to work.

I just wasn’t the nicest good guy around… “Rose,” she replied with trembling lips. Name fit her! She was beautiful. Like a rose. But like all roses, they all have thorns! And I had a feeling that if I got close to this one, I was going to bleed! I just didn’t know how right I was at the time…

When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry, Because the day I say that will be the day I die. I traced the letters gently with my fingers as Xavier flexed slightly, still playing with Rosalina. "What does it mean?" I asked, still brushing over the ink. "When we were little, you had this weird fascination with black roses," he said with a small smile. "So, the rose is you. I’m the thorned vines wrapped around it, protecting what I love. The words... they speak for themselves." He turned toward me and kissed the tip of my nose.