The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from con...
Roses are picked every day, they are told that they will be better off sold in the flower shoppe. And so they go from the hands of the picker; to the hands of the delivery man; to the hands of the florist; to the hands of the customer; and then often...
The rose is a friend of the thorn.
The smile of a rose uplifts the nightingale.
....it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.
[Rose shows Jack the diamond] Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this... Jack: All right. Rose: Wearing *only* this.
Eugenie Rose Chaney: Maryland is a beautiful state. Bennett Marco: This is Delaware. Eugenie Rose Chaney: I know, I was one of the orginal Chinese workmen who laid the track on this straight. Eugenie Rose Chaney: But, em... nonetheless, Maryland is a...
[Rose is about to cut Jack free with an axe] Jack: Wait, wait, wait! Take a couple practice swings over there. [Rose chops a hole in a cupboard door] Jack: Good! Now try and hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it! [Rose chops again, missing the...
[Jack is teaching Rose how to spit] Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson? Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure. [Old Rose, voice in off] Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an i...
Only the nightingale understands the rose.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk without having feet
Cast no roses before swine.
Roses fall, but the thorns remain.
Love sees roses without thorns.
We all agree now - by 'we' I mean intelligent people under sixty - that a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves.
Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose. I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.
Rose: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you. Jack: This is crazy. Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it [Jack and Rose start making out]
Rose: Hello Jack. I changed my mind. They said you might be out here. Jack: Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek. Rose: I'm not. Jack: Step up on the railing. Ho...
...purification was the point of such pain.
You can spit on a rose, but it's still a rose.
