There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.
The distribution of wealth is even more unequal than that of income. . . . The wealthiest 5% of American households held 54% of all wealth reported in the 1989 survey. Their share rose to 61% in 2010 and reached 63% in 2013. By contrast, the rest of those in the top half of the wealth distribution families that in 2013 had a net worth between $81,000 and $1. 9 million held 43% of wealth in 1989 and only 36% in 2013.
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty.
Lyndon Johnson rose above the doubt and fear to hold this Nation on course until we rediscovered our faith in ourselves.
You see something you like?
The rose blinds the sharpshooting champions.
The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Then they gave me a loaf of bread and told me to walk through the forest and give some to anyone who asked. I did exactly what they told me, and the second beggar-woman was a fairy in disguise, but instead of saying that whenever I spoke, diamonds and roses would drop from my mouth, she said that since I was so kind, I would never have any problems with my teeth. ” “Really? Did it work?” “Well, I haven’t had a toothache since I met her. ” “I’d much rather have good teeth than have diamonds and roses drop out of my mouth whenever I said something
He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold.
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
When I saw you fall. . . " "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.
The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.
Charlie Rose is the ultimate ad.
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.
A noble soul is not the one that can manage the highest flights but the one that rises very little and falls very little but always dwells in a free, resplendent atmosphere and altitude.