Quote by Mary Newmarch Prescott
If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days,
I would sweeten life for you.
Life is hard? True - but let's love it anyhow, though it breaks every bone in our bodies.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
We all become great explorers during our first few days in a new city, or a new love affair.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd walk through an endless garden of roses.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
It's time to make love, douse the glim. The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together, like birds of a feather, and the loin lies down with the limb.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.