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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 337e189 | But life's not a wheelSo bless me. | Ronnie James Dio | ||
| e718718 | Love is a never ending smile. | Ronnie James Dio | ||
| 64db47d | If there isn't light when no one seesThen how can I know what you might believe? | Ronnie James Dio | ||
| 1b84b75 | Don't look behindCan only make you blind. | Ronnie James Dio | ||
| b18766a | Whenever you dream,To let you be free. | Ronnie James Dio | ||
| 86ed2ff | I feel the madness creeping slowly. Loved by many I'm still lonely. | Ronnie Radke | ||
| e91c788 | All the Maori on Open House are so nice, nice, nice | Rore Hapipi | ||
| 3cdbf4a | Rory's final words on Doctor Who. | Rory Williams | ||
| 409836d | Without the collapse of capitalism the expropriation of the capitalist class is impossible. | Rosa Luxemburg | ||
| a5ee46f | Powerlessness corrupts: absolute powerlessness corrupts absolutely. | Rosabeth Moss Kanter | ||
| 247152a | Acting is standing up naked and turning around very slowly. | Rosalind Russell | ||
| 04acbe3 | Success is a public affair. Failure is a private funeral. | Rosalind Russell | ||
| 0769a88 | I am innocent and ready to prove it. | Rose Kabuye | ||
| fa28984 | I think Rwandan women have been working together, We don't just look out for ourselves. | Rose Kabuye | ||
| 034c641 | I am happy to have a home where I can leave my children when I die. | Rose Kabuye | ||
| 7584eb3 | I'm not so scared because I am very innocent," . | Rose Kabuye | ||
| b7b0f2c | Apart from the cross there is no other ladder by which we may get to heaven. | Rose of Lima | ||
| bda71aa | The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power, You just take it. | Roseanne Barr | ||
| 39c8b75 | O Rose thou art sick.In the howling storm: | Roses | ||
| 3432161 | Has found out thy bedDoes thy life destroy. | Roses | ||
| 0fd3b3a | This guelder rose, at far too slight a beckOf the wind, will toss about her flower-apples. | Roses | ||
| 4f23545 | It never will rain roses: when we wantTo have more roses we must plant more trees. | Roses | ||
| db807b3 | Die of a rose in aromatic pain. | Roses | ||
| dc9e74e | As rich and purposeless as is the rose:Thy simple doom is to be beautiful. | Roses | ||
| af9c27e | Red rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! | Roses | ||
| 0e32a4a | She wore a wreath of roses,The night that first we met. | Roses | ||
| 7992b7d | The rose that all are praisingIs not the rose for me. | Roses | ||
| 8cdc671 | The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweetsMost perfect dies. | Roses | ||
| bc55f21 | Red as a rose of Harpocrate. | Roses | ||
| 3ec1751 | You smell a rose through a fence:If two should smell it, what matter? | Roses | ||
| 2a8d539 | A white rosebud for a guerdon. | Roses | ||
| 9b2786c | All June I bound the rose in sheaves,Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. | Roses | ||
| d3f9761 | Yon rose-buds in the morning dew,How pure amang the leaves sae green! | Roses | ||
| 01a4af0 | When love came first to earth, the SpringSpread rose-beds to receive him. | Roses | ||
| 614cb31 | Roses were sette of swete savour,With many roses that thei bere. | Roses | ||
| 4829b95 | Till the rose's lips grow paleWith her sighs. | Roses | ||
| b12c90d | But ne'er the rose without the thorn. | Roses | ||
| 4b818a3 | But the rose leaves herself upon the brier,For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. | Roses | ||
| 35262d8 | While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue,But coyly linger'd on the thorn. | Roses | ||
| 9046f3b | 'Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone. | Roses | ||
| 0123936 | What would the rose with all her pride be worth,Were there no sun to call her brightness forth? | Roses | ||
| 3a6635d | The rose distils a healing balmThe beating pulse of pain to calm. | Roses | ||
| 97d7454 | Rose of the Desert! thus should woman beShining uncourted, lone and safe, like thee. | Roses | ||
| d348e4b | Rose of the Garden! such is woman's lot--Worshipp'd while blooming--when she fades, forgot. | Roses |