Rose Garden Quotes by Liu Yang, Cy Twombly, Home Run Baker, Virginia Woolf, Rumi, Lynn Anderson and many others.

As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland’s blue sky.
I hate roses. Don’t you? It’s all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.
I heard a fella say once he’d rather have a rose bud when he was alive than to have a whole rose garden thrown his way after he is gone. It looks like they’ve (the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1935) thrown the roses my way while I’m still here.
You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there’s got to be a little rain sometime.
Love would never b a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.
The day after the attack, governor, I stood in the Rose Garden and I told the American people and the world that we are going to find out exactly what happened. That this was an act of terror and I also said that we’re going to hunt down those who committed this crime.
Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Aspects of life here civility, courtesy, coziness have always bound Britons to their country . . . They are part of the British myth, along with lovely countryside, dogs and horses, rose gardens, the Armada, the Battle of Britain.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living.
I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where’s our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you’ll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady’s foot.
White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
Yet, O thou beautiful rose!
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet?
Queen rose so fair and sweet.
What were lover or crown to thee,
without the clay at thy feet?
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?…I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly…If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! He’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
Well, being a jazz musician is not a rose garden!
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
While the happy couple are enjoying the thrill of the rose garden, the in-laws are saying that they are just not right for each other. We keep telling them that they cannot pay couples to stay together, and it is clear that it will take more than a three-quid-a-week tax break to keep this marriage together.
White folks are the luckiest people: Finally a black president and he’s a behaved one. Went to the best schools, best colleges, never raises his voice. I ran for president in 1968. I tell (audiences) if I won, I would have dug up the Rose Garden and planted watermelon!
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Child development: Most damaging course of action is attempting to keep children from experience or protect them from pain, for it is this time that children learn that life is a magic thing, if “not a rose garden.” The parent’s role is primarily to stand by with a good supply of band-aids.
Perez Hilton is an irritating wasp in the beautiful rose garden that is my life.
I never promised you a rose garden.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
I remember when the Egyptian ambassador to the United States stood in the Rose Garden and pledged Arab commitment to removing Saddam Hussein from Kuwait.
I support Alice Waters in her desire that there be a vegetable garden at the White House. I don’t think they should rip up the Rose Garden, because that’s something that I love. They should probably dig up another patch and grow some vegetables there.
The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!
Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown all that’s alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon’s eye, grieve not.
If we want to write, it makes sense to read—and to read like a writer. If we wanted to grow roses, we would want to visit rose gardens and try to see them the way that a rose gardener would.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
I think it was in the Rose Garden where I issued this brilliant statement: If I had a magic wand — but the president doesn’t have a magic wand. You just can’t say, ‘low gas.’
The White House encouraged Tom Brady to be more of a role model. They would’ve said more, but there was a drunken Secret Service agent streaking across the Rose Garden.
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.