Thorns Quotes

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

He wanted to play accordion on something of mine and I said you can play accordion, but I want you to play piano and organ on some stuff. He came over a couple times a week for two weeks and gave me therapy as to whether I should do The Thorns or not.

I have seen one shrike occupy himself for hours in sticking up on thorns, a number of small fishes that the fishermen had thrown on the shore. The fishes dried up and decayed.

Problems are only opportunities with thorns on them.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.

If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.

And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.

The motto was "Pax," but the word was set in a circle of thorns.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.

My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.