A Wreath Of Roses Quotes & Sayings

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows! — Audrey Hepburn

For all civilisations are like elaborate campings-out, a complicated picnic in the face of nature's discomforts. — Elizabeth Taylor

With its claims to profundity, boldness and originality, thinking still limits itself provisionally to the exclusively rational and scientific ... As soon as it lays hold of the feelings, it becomes spirit. — Robert Musil

I see women as oppressed, but I don't see them as victims; I see them rising all the time. I see them as very strong. — Grace Paley

They all wanted me to sell you out."
There was silence on the line. They both knew that Vlad knew too much about Roman's business dealings - both legal and illegal. He could have made a fucking fortune on selling Roman out.
"Why haven't you?" Roman said, sounding unconcerned, as if he hadn't doubted for a moment that Vlad wouldn't do it.
Vlad scowled and took a gulp of beer.
"Because apparently I'm an idiot. — Alessandra Hazard

There was something different about her, though I could not say exactly what it was. It was as if she were more certain. If someone were sketching her they would use clear, strong lines, whereas before they might have used faint marks and more shading. She was like a fossil that's been cleaned and set so everyone can see what it is. — Tracy Chevalier

I was on a down escalator now. If I stood still I'd go all the way to the bottom, but if I started to run up maybe I could at least stay in the same place. The important thing was to keep moving upward no matter what happened. — Daniel Keyes

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent's grave.
As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. — J.K. Rowling

I would clear the table and Hugh would do the dishes, neither of us speaking and both of us wondering if this just might be the one to do it. 'I hear you guys broke up over a plastic hand,' people would say, and my rage would renew itself. — David Sedaris

Personally, I had a great education. My mum was a trained teacher, a Montessori teacher, and I know that I could not have written 'Eragon' if I had gone into a public school system because I would have just been too busy attending classes and doing homework - I wouldn't have had the time to write. — Christopher Paolini

The priest read his thing. I didn't listen. There was the coffin. What had been Betty was in there. It was very hot. The sun came down in one yellow sheet. A fly circled around. Halfway through the halfway funeral two guys in working clothes came carrying my wreath. The roses were dead, dead and dying in the heat, and they leaned the thing up against a nearby tree. Near the end of the service my wreath leaned forward and fell flat on its face. Nobody picked it up. Then it was over. — Charles Bukowski

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met. — Thomas Haynes Bayly