Thorns Quotes

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Anne Brontë
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”
Anne Bronte

Alphonse Karr
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.”
Alphonse Karr, A Tour Round My Garden

Sarah J. Maas
“I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

Mark  Lawrence
“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

C. JoyBell C.
“Some people are like thorns. But you have to let them be thorns, because thorns can't turn into petals. The trick is not letting them prick you; never let a thorn prick you!”
C. JoyBell C.

Mark  Lawrence
“I think maybe we die every day. Maybe we're born new each dawn, a little changed, a little further on our own road. When enough days stand between you and the person you were, you're strangers. Maybe that's what growing up is. Maybe I have grown up.”
Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

Leigh Bardugo
“Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.”
Leigh Bardugo, The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic

Nema Al-Araby
“I'd rather let you cover all my roads with thorns than with dead roses.”
Nema Al-Araby

“THE WEATHER OF LOVE


Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable
Conditions.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Charles Martin
“He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. "See what I mean? Thorns don't stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them.... Cause the rose is worth it... Think what you'd miss.”
Charles Martin, Chasing Fireflies: A Novel of Discovery

Kamand Kojouri
“If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?”
Kamand Kojouri

Marissa Meyer
“She is a rose, Jest. Lovely on the eyes, yes, but such thorns are not to be ignored.”
Marissa Meyer, Heartless

John Everson
“If you don't feel the pointed things in life, you'll soon take the soft ones for granted.”
John Everson, Cage of Bones & Other Deadly Obsessions

Terry A. O'Neal
“It’s a thorny road for dreamers and poets who fantasize of majestic places and deep-seated desires of the heart that their hands may never hold.”
Terry a O'Neal

Patricia A. McKillip
“What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.”
Patricia A. McKillip, Alphabet of Thorn

Kate McGahan
“Nothing is all bad. There are very beautiful flowers in the desert amidst the spikes and thorns. Just don't let them take over. In the garden of love there is little room for prickly things.”
Kate McGahan

“I have brought you the rose of love, and you have crowned me, in these dark hours, with their thorns.”
sir kristian goldmund aumann, The Seven Deadly Sins

C. JoyBell C.
“We all have thorns in our flesh. All of us. Love is when we stay and help someone pluck out their thorns one-by-one and they do the same for us. Love is also when we pluck the thorns out of our own flesh, one-by-one. But today, the world teaches us that we shouldn’t even see those thorns, that we should only see the petals. As a result, we don’t know how to love ourselves and we don’t know how to love others. Stay with the darkness, and bring that darkness into the light. It’s there, look at it.”
C. JoyBell C.

Molly Ringle
“Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and hands marked up with thorn scratches.”
Molly Ringle, The Goblins of Bellwater

Merrie Haskell
“How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?”
Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me into a fireplace here. So I guess the answer is, a miracle of Saint Melor. Or so I think. He has not told me.”
“If you are trying to antagonize him, you are doing a good job,” Perrotte whispered.
Sand scuffed his shoe at her. “I’m just telling the truth!”
“You’re very good at telling it in the most maddening way possible.”
“Thank you?”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns.

Still pretty,
But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.”
Cody Edward Lee Miller

The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said. “I guess your
“The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said.
“I guess your prayer was answered,” Perrotte said.
Sand strongly considered throwing something at her—but there was nothing to hand that wasn’t sacred.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

J. Autherine
“I looked at you and only saw beautiful because legendary is the ability of a woman’s mind to weave fields of roses from thorns.”
J. Autherine, Wild Heart, Peaceful Soul: Poems and Inspiration to Live and Love Harmoniously

Merrie Haskell
“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?”
Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me, until Merlin. And then you.”
Perrotte bit back her exasperation, and said simply, “Go on.”
He twined his blunt-tipped fingers together, staring down at them. “I, erm. I found the falcon in the mews.” “So, it’s not true that there was nothing alive in the castle?”
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow.
“The falcon was dead!” Sand blurted out. “Stuffed and mounted, and then also damaged in the sundering. I mended him, and put him on the mantel, so I’d have something to talk to. But a couple days before you—you came upstairs—” He gestured helplessly at the bird, who stopped stripping water from its feathers just long enough to glare at the humans. Perrotte stared. “The bird came to life,” she whispered. “After you put it to rights, this falcon came to life. Just like me.”
“Well . . .”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

Merrie Haskell
“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”
“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”
“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.”
Merrie Haskell, The Castle Behind Thorns

“Just as the most beautiful rose grows next to painful thorns, so does the most joyful success reside next to the most painful failures.”
Debasish Mridha MD

Ehsan Sehgal
“Living as a rose, surrounded, with thorns, but untouched, is a characterful person. Falling in love is a glorious feeling; those with evil desires, should not touch that before a legitimate move, comparing with the rose.”
Ehsan Sehgal
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