#rose

The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me. ↗

— Juliette Miller

#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #art

All I wanted to do was write - at the time, poems, and prose, too. I guess my ambition was simply to make money however I could to keep myself going in some modest way, and I didn't need much, I was unmarried at the time, no children. ↗

— Paul Auster

#children #could #going #guess #however

The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or a piece of prose he or she really loves is to learn it by heart. Not by brain, by heart; the expression is vital. ↗

— George Steiner

#being #brain #expression #heart #human

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#friend #garden #rose #single #world

Roseanne was incredible to work with. She was extremely bright. ↗

— Sarah Chalke

#extremely #incredible #roseanne #she #work

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#everyday-objects #great-gatsby #great-prose #prose #beauty

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame. ↗

— Henry Constable

#blush #her #lady #lips #makes

There are a lot of editorials that have nothing to do with anything like that. But I was just thinking of that sense of prose as being very responsible and perceptive, thoughtful, intimate, and contriving a quote statement. ↗

— Robert Creeley

#being #editorials #i #intimate #just

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. ↗

— George Eliot

#more #must #never #plant #rain

I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart. ↗

— Jon English

#crushed #cup #fingers #heart #i