R Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with R. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, bad hair days are okay, but bad air days will screw you.”
“Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.”
“Roses are red violets are blue, God made me pretty, what happened to you?”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.”
Source: The Queen of Zombie Hearts
“Roses are red, violets are blue, try to kiss me and I will actually kill you.”
Source: Plier
“Roses are red, violets are blue. you look like a monkey, go back to the zoo.”
Source: Je s'appelle Groot: Autobiographie
“Roses are Red
Violets are Violet
Shut the Frick up
Before I make you be Quiet”
“Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm sick of this poem,
you probably are too.”
Source: The amazing days of Abby Hayes: volume one
“Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.”
Source: Breakfast of champions: or, Goodbye blue Monday!
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.”
“Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as they might, I’m not letting go, Without a fight, Some say it’s wicked, Some say it’s sinful, Some it’s wrong, And just wrong, I don’t know much, But when push comes to shove, I definitely don’t believe, There’s such thing wrong as love.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, so are my balls thanks to you.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.”
“Roses are reddish
Violets are bluish
If it weren't for Christmas
We'd all be Jewish.”
“Roses are Reds, Violets are Blue, a simple sweet bouquet of flowers can brighten up anyone's day.”
“roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.”
Source: The Garden Party (Centaurus Classics) [The 50 greatest novels of all time - #02]
“Roses aren't any less beautiful because they don't live long. No one looks at them and thinks, man, what a tragedy they'll only be around for a little while. You just appreciate them while they're there. Or if you don't, you're missing the point.”
Source: Out of the Blue
“Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.”
Source: Hesperides: The Poems and Other Remains of Robert Herrick Now First Collected
“Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by.”
Source: The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch
“Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.”
“Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions.”
Source: A Step of Faith: A Novel
“Roses climbed the shed, entwined with dark purple clematis, leaves as glossy as satin. There were no thorns. Patience's cupboard was overflowing with remedies, and the little barn was often crowded with seekers. The half acre of meadow was wild with cosmos and lupine, coreopsis, and sweet William. Basil, thyme, coriander, and broad leaf parsley grew in billowing clouds of green; the smell so fresh your mouth watered and you began to plan the next meal. Cucumbers spilled out of the raised beds, fighting for space with the peas and beans, lettuce, tomatoes, and bright yellow peppers.
The cart was righted out by the road and was soon bowed under glass jars and tin pails of sunflowers, zinnias, dahlias, and salvia. Pears, apples, and out-of-season apricots sat in balsa wood baskets in the shade, and watermelons, some with pink flesh, some with yellow, all sweet and seedless, lined the willow fence.”
Source: The Sparrow Sisters
“Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.”
“Roses do not bloom the same time as daisies.”
“Roses do not take beauty advice from weeds.”
“Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.”
Source: Horæ Lyricæ: Poems, Chiefly of the Lyric Kind, in Three Books, Sacred : I. To Devotion and Piety, II. To Virtue, Honour and Friendship, III. To the Memory of the Dead
“Roses have thorns, and thorns leave wounds.”
Source: Beauty and the Beast: Lost in a Book
“Roses have thorns. That's the price of roses. When you start to forget that, that's when things go wrong.”
“Roses have thorns. Those are like flower fangs. Roses are the vampires of the plant world.”
Source: A Memoir of Memories and Memes
“Roses have thorns,’ we whine. When thorns of life entwine. Simple things can bring solace to heart-Things everyone take for granted-Like tending beds of fragile roses-with heart full of scars”
“Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.
All men make faults.”
“Roses have wilted
violets are dead
I know I suck
and I hate myself”
“Roses?"
"It's corny, I know," Hart said. "But I thought maybe you'd like to see the Rose Garden."
There was a neat symmetry to this garden, with beds of roses squared off in every corner of the lawn, grouped according to color. Pastel pinks and yellows to one side and the more vibrant, deeper reds and fuchsias to another. Between each segment, taller roses draped over rounded pergolas, creating leafy tunnels. Everywhere she looked, shrubs spilled over messily, brazenly, with more roses than she'd ever seen before. Rose caressed the blooms, which seemed to reach for her touch as much as she reached for theirs. Some of the roses were delicate, with a single row of petals that came in a gradient of color, going from dusty pink at the center to neon magenta at the frilly tips. Others were so jammed with petals, the number of them seemed infinite.”
Source: Of Earthly Delights
“Roses, roses! An interminable chain of these royal blossoms, red and white, wreathed by the radiant fingers of small rainbow-winged creatures as airy as moonlight mist, as delicate as thistledown! They cluster round me with smiling faces and eager eyes; they place the end of their rose-garland in my hand, and whisper, "FOLLOW!" Gladly I obey, and hasten onward. Guiding myself by the fragrant chain I hold, I pass through a labyrinth of trees, whose luxuriant branches quiver with the flight and song of birds. Then comes a sound of waters; the riotous rushing of a torrent unchecked, that leaps sheer down from rocks a thousand feet high, thundering forth the praise of its own beauty as it tosses in the air triumphant crowns of silver spray. How the living diamonds within it shift, and change, and sparkle! Fain would I linger to watch this magnificence; but the coil of roses still unwinds before me, and the fairy voices still cry, "FOLLOW!" I press on. The trees grow thicker; the songs of the birds cease; the light around me grows pale and subdued. In the far distance I see a golden crescent that seems suspended by some invisible thread in the air. Is it the young moon? No; for as I gaze it breaks apart into a thousand points of vivid light like wandering stars. These meet; they blaze into letters of fire. I strain my dazzled eyes to spell out their meaning. They form one word—HELIOBAS. I read it. I utter it aloud. The rose-chain breaks at my feet, and disappears. The fairy voices die away on my ear. There is utter silence, utter darkness,—save where that one NAME writes itself in burning gold on the blackness of the heavens.”
Source: A Romance of Two Worlds
“Roses," she thought sardonically, "All trash, m’dear.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway
“Roses slept on the barren lands, deep in the frost where snow fell thick, yet they are the flowers of scent, speaking of life in lifeless souls.”
“Roses were red
When blood was blue -”
“Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.”
“Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.”
Source: The Hunger Games Complete Trilogy
“Rosetta! I love you. I love you so very much. I always love you... today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and every second.”
Source: Winchester
“Rosewater said an interesting thing to Billy one time about a book that wasn't science fiction. He said that everything there was to know about life was in The Brothers Karamazov, by Feodor Dostoevesky. "But that isn't enough any more," said Rosewater.”
Source: SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE
“Rosewood Courts, Austin's Eastside project for African Americans, was built on land obtained by condemning Emancipation Park, the site of an annual festival to commemorate the abolition of slavery. The park had been privately owned by a neighborhood association the Travis County Emancipation Organization, and residents protested the condemnation of this community institution in which they took great pride. But their objects had no effect, despite the availability of other vacant land.”
Source: The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America
“Rosie and Johnny's relationship was being ripped to shreds, with the press and public pawing over the pieces like wild dogs.
The emotional chasm between Dominic and Pet had been torn even wider.
Apparently, Sylvie had been wasting time, money, and ingredients for months, constantly defending this woman to Jay.
And someone intimately connected to the Starlight Circus had just called her décor "kitsch."
"Penny," she said very calmly, with a smile just as vague, just as airy, and just as malicious, "get the fuck out of my home."
Penny tossed her head---and froze as Mabel walked toward her, hips swinging, also smiling.
That smile had more eerie impact than every lighting effect in the Dark Forest combined.
The intern took a step back, but halted in momentary confusion when Mabel offered her the lollipop.
She took the candy skull automatically, and then shrieked as Mabel---tiny, deceptively delicate Mabel---made a blur of a movement with her foot and Penny tumbled across her shoulders.
Whistling, Mabel walked toward the back door and out into the alley, wearing Penny around her neck like a scarf. Through the window, Sylvie watched as her assistant calmly threw the intern into the dumpster.
As a stream of profanity drifted from the piles of rubbish--most of which, incidentally, was all the ingredients Penny had purposely wasted--Mabel returned to the kitchen.
"I'll be off, then," she said, collecting her bag and coat from their hook.
"Have a good night," Sylvie returned serenely.
As Mabel passed her, without turning her head or altering her expression, their hands fleetingly clasped.
The door swung closed, leaving Sylvie alone with Dominic in a lovely, clean kitchen, while her former intern made a third cross attempt to clamber from the trash.”
Source: Battle Royal
“Rosie and Mary had taken only a 10 percentage of this privilege - they were three minutes late leaving their room and took the second bus that went past rather than the first just so they could feel themselves standing at a bus stop in Manhattan, New York, surrounded by people who were short, dark and voluble rather than tall, blond and silent. The fatal part was the bus they got on. They, of course stood, because they had been taught to do so, out of respect to everyone else in the whole world - they were from the Midwest and deference was their habit and their training.
......."Did you see that?"
"What?" replied Mary
"That woman."
"God, she was rude," said Mary.
And from that statement Rosalind knew that Mary would live the rest of her life in the Midwest, which she did.”
“Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.”
“Rosie Grier was the springboard to the return of my life.”
“Rosie is a Hall of Fame player, and I wouldn't be in the Hall of Fame if it weren't for him.”
“Rosie, it's okay, it's me."
She knew that voice. She pulled the hand off her mouth.
"Pip?"
He let her go and she spun around.
He smiled, blue eyes glinting. "Surprise."
For a second she was too stunned to move, then she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, almost knocking him off balance.”
Source: Dark Star
“Rosie knew this moment from raising four other children to this point already, the one where suddenly your kids know more than you do about something they've discovered all on their own, something real and important not just cartoons or video games. Amazing was exactly what it was." Chap. "Hedge Enemies”
Source: This Is How It Always Is
“Rosie laughed in a not too reassuring way if you like sane laughter.”