Bed Of Roses Quotes

“I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.”
― Nora Roberts, Bed of Roses

“Love can really screw you up before you figure out how to live with it. And once you do? You wonder how the hell you ever lived without it”
― Nora Roberts, Bed of Roses

“For marriage is like life in this—that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson

“The bed of thorns will teach you what the bed of roses can’t.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Don't wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you'll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“The comfort zone is a region where great dreams go to get murdered, buried and forgotten.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“Problems,” lamented Duncan. “They never seem to end.”
“Do they even end in the first place?”
Duncan grimaced, “If only we know when they begin, we might be able to nip it in the bud before it putrefies.”
“Not everyone recognizes the bud when it manifests itself,” interjected Juliette.
“Quite true,” agreed Duncan.
“But what is life without hurdles?” Juliette remarked, philosophical.
“Some of us simple folk prefer smooth sailing lives,” he deadpanned.
“What can I say?” she smiled, shrugging. “To each his own.”
― Alexis Lawrence, O.U.R. Café

“She stiffened and gasped, and the touch was immediately withdrawn.
"Did I hurt you?"
Her lashes lifted. "No," she said in wonder. "In fact, I didn't feel any pain." She strained to look between them. "Is there blood? Perhaps I should-"
"No. Win..." There was a near-comical expression of dismay on his face. "What I just did isn't going to cause pain or blood." A brief pause. "When I do it with my cock, however, it's probably going to hurt like hell."
"Oh." She pondered that for a moment. "Is that the word men use for their private parts?"
"One of the words gadjos use."
"What do Romas say?"
"They call it a kori."
"What does that mean?"
"'Thorn.'"
Win slid a bashful glance at the heavy protrusion straining behind his trousers. "Rather too substantial for a thorn. I should have thought they would use a more fitting word. But I suppose-" She inhaled sharply as his hand moved downward. "I suppose if one wants roses, one must-" his finger had slipped inside her again- "bear the occasional thorn."
"Very philosophical.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise

“Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.”
― Christopher Marlowe, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

“...and here is a bed of roses for the great king now beyond us and our petty little world.”
― Michelle Shen

“An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson