Novel & Cerita Thorns And Roses Quotes

Leaning on my side, I crossed my arms over my chest, tilted my head, and stared at her as I flatly asked, “What are you staring at?” When she turned her head and looked at me, I sarcastically remarked, “Reminded of yourself?” Nodding at the thorny roses, I added, “Beautiful… but filled with thorns.”

However, some connections would eventually find their way back, no matter how many twists and turns it took. The flower shop by the roadside was selling red roses. The rose’s thorns had finally pricked the person they were meant to prick. My time to bloom had only just begun. (The End)

I turned back to the roses in my hands and continued trimming them. The thorns had been carefully removed, leaving only soft petals behind. Just like my life. Once stripped of its poison, it had finally begun to bloom.

Ethan said softly, leaning in close enough to create an intimate atmosphere. "Um..." Jasmine looked down, attempting to remove the thorns from the roses. "Red roses endure wind and harshness better than white ones," Ethan explained, gently taking the rose from her. "Thorns are inherent to roses; their prickliness isn't a flaw." Meeting Ethan's gaze, Jasmine's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions. With a sigh, Ethan leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. He loathed those vile bullies who tormented Jasmine, leaving her in a defensive and wounded state; he understood that it took considerable patience and tender care to mend her heart.

I wish you roses without the thorns, quiet nights and gentle morns, evening jasmine, lilac days simple things to heap on your ways. All roses had thorns, nights weren't quiet nor were they warm, evenings jasmine were for those who had happiness in their soul at all times. It was a four letter word Life but it still wasn't simple. Silence surrounded us as we stared on the stones that had all the answers but sadly couldn't give us any. It was the first I was here and felt nothing but disappointment and maybe even hatred. A gentle breeze came by and it kind of eased my soul a bit. This was my first time being here and no tears left my eyes and I felt ok with that. My emotions were still present

She twisted the thin stem to pluck it but a sharp thorn prickled in hee finger. "Ouch."Shw winced and sucked her finger to ease the pain. "It hurts?"I asked her. "Are you serious Evy?Of coarse it prickled deep."She threw her hand in the air. "Love is like this rose which you tried to get but could not notice the cluster of sharp thorns under it's glory.Loving Asher is not my choice but I do eventually and the fact can't be neglected that his life is poles apart from mine.He is untamed or if I try to tie his leash in my love,it will suffocate me to death because his free soul try to unchain itself from the prison of my love."I smiled sadly on my fate.

"My friend, Zoya I hope you liked the roses. It smells refreshing, isn't it? These roses are plucked from a little garden in the graveyard behind my house. How Ironic! Death and Life are in the same place." Zoya gulped as her smile faded and looked at the roses. She continues reading, "Still, my roses keep blooming every day without any fear you know why, because no matter what you have gone through, from where you have born and how much worst your past is, Love stands strong in every situation.Just like a lotus in the mud. But you know, the smell of these roses remains only for a while. Once the rose starts drying out, its smell starts fading away, its color starts changing and then one day

Thus, life is and should not be just a bed of roses; thorns are also a part of it and should be accepted by us just as we accept the beautiful side of life. The thorns remind one of how success and happiness can be evasive and thus not to feel disappointed and disheartened rather remember that the pain of thorns is short-lived, and the beauty of life would soon overcome the prick of thorns. Those, who are under the impression that life is a bed of roses are disillusioned soon and become victims of depression and frustration. One who faces difficulties with courage and accepts success without letting it go to its head is the one who experience real happiness, contentment and peace in life.

I didn't speak and just poured another whiskey into my glass. "You know, a woman's heart is like a rose. If you try to touch it carelessly, you'll get pricked by its thorns. But if you take a look at it first and you realize that there are thorns, then you'll hold it more carefully. It would die if you don't take care of it but grows beautifully if you do. What I am saying is that, if you really want her, then take care of her. You won't know, maybe someone else is waiting for his turn to pick that rose. And if that happens, you'll never know how beautiful that rose must have been if only you took care of her."

She shows me her long, painted nails and I can’t help but smirk. “A rose...” I begin, taking one from the box. I made sure that the stems were not completely shaved off, retaining their original beauty, and I brush my thumb down the stem, letting one of the thorns cut into my thumb. “Is breathtakingly beautiful, regal… yet it protects itself with its thorns… but once you get past that exterior…”