Matshona Dhliwayo Rose Quotes

A rose does not answer its enemies with words, but with beauty.

Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom.

If roses tried to be sunflowers, they would lose their beauty; and if sunflowers tried to be roses, they would lose their strength.

The more you love roses the more you must bear with thorns.

If roses were not special weeds would not envy them.

A rose in a desert can only survive on its strength, not its beauty.

A rose does not lose sleep because it was mocked by weeds.

Where there are no thorns there are no roses.

Stars do not hide from darkness. Roses do not hide from thorns. Diamonds do not hide from pressure.

Only when your love of roses is greater than your fear of thorns can you grow a beautiful garden.

If a rose is full of thorns, it does not mean it's not full of beauty.

You cannot steal a roses beauty, even if you cover it with thorns.

If you love a rose, you have to love its thorns too.

Be like a rose; no matter how many thorns you encounter in life, bloom.

If there are many thorns in your life, it is because you are a rose.

Weeds don't become roses because they grow in the same soil.

A rose does not lose its beautiful scent because it grew in dirt.

A rose does not lose its beauty because it is covered with thorns.

If you press grapes, wine will pour out; if you crush roses, perfume will pour out; if you afflict the talented, genius will pour out.

Death offers you thorns, eternity offers you roses, and life offers you both.

A rose is honored for its beauty, not its size.

Don't waste time looking at the thorns or you'll miss the roses.

Count the roses, not the thorns.

A rose, no matter how beautiful, still has to contend with thorns.

In a world full of daisies dare to be a rose.

Thorns do not keep a rose from blooming, neither should obstacles keep you from success.

A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blossoming in a rainforest.

A rose that grows without a thorn is robbed of its beauty.

When the devil offers you a rose, its petals are laced with poison.

A daisy in a garden fits in; a rose in a desert stands out.

A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed.

A rose’s beautiful scent is extracted only when it is crushed.

You can be a beautiful rose, but all some people will see are your thorns.

Learn from roses; even when trampled they give off perfume, not despair.

A cactus is a desert's rose.

Roses do not take beauty advice from weeds.

Love is the softest rose in the soul's garden.

A pink rose among a thousand white daisies stands out; be likewise.

A rose that blooms in the desert has the privilege of being the only flower for miles.

A rose with ten thousand thorns is still more valuable than a daisy without even one.

A rose does not diminish in beauty because it has thorns.

Teaching you how to grow a garden is better than giving you a thousand roses.

If roses did not suffer thorns on their journey to beauty, they would lose out on becoming masterpieces.

If you waste time looking at the clouds, you might miss the stars. If you waste time looking at the storm, you might miss the rainbow. If you waste time looking at the rain, you might miss the sunshine. If you waste time looking at the seeds, you might miss the harvest. If you waste time looking at the river, you might miss the ocean. If you waste time looking at the thorns, you might miss the roses. If you waste time looking at the past, you might miss the future. If you waste time looking at the losses, you might miss the victories. If you waste time looking at the tragedies, you might miss the miracles.

In a maize field choose to be a flower. In a garden of daises choose to be a rose.

Truth is like a rose; you have to love it with all of its thorns.

Flowers are prettiest where they are watered the most.

One who loves honey does not have the privilege of hating bees. One who adores roses does not have the privilege of loathing thorns.

Anyone can love a rose, but only a saint can love its thorns.

Daisies that bring you joy are better than roses that bring you sorrow.

A rose would be miserable if it was forced to be a daisy, no matter how much water it was fed.

The most beautiful rose still has to contend with ugly thorns.

A flawed rose is better than a flawless dandy lion.

A rose's prick is better than a daisy's kiss.

A thorn is a rose's friend but a gardener’s enemy.

Where there are no bees there is no honey. Where there are no flowers there is no perfume. Where there are no clouds there is no rain. Where there are no stars there is no light. Where there are no roses there are no thorns. Where there are no skies there are no stars. Where there are no storms there are no rainbows. Where there are no animals there are no forests. Where there are no plants there are no jungles. Where there are no seeds there are no harvests. Where there are no spiders there are no webs. Where there are no ants there are no colonies. Where there are no worms there are no fish. Where there are no mice there are no serpents. Where there are no carcasses there are no vultures. Where there are no stones there are no pebbles. Where there are no rocks there are no mountains. Where there are no deserts there are no oases. Where there are no stars there are no galaxies. Where there are no worlds there are no universes.

Daises do not begrudge roses; that is why we have beautiful gardens.

Roses do not envy daises.

Contentment is a rose, and the daily increase of our wants, are the thorns.

The most beautiful roses sometimes have the sharpest thorns.

Roses have no reason to envy daisies.

One man's thorn is another man's rose.

Roses do not bloom the same time as daisies.

A pink rose among a thousand white daisies stand out; be likewise.

A rose is still a rose, even if it has only one petal left.

Your wife is a rose; love her with all her thorns.

Life may be a bed of roses, but roses still have thorns.

Don't pluck a rose's petals and then ask the rose why it is sad.

The loveliest roses sometimes bear the ugliest thorns.

Original daisies are worth more than counterfeit roses.

In the presence of roses nobody notices daisies.

A beautiful rose with an ugly soul wilts quickly.

Weeds blend in; roses stand out.

Plucking a rose only proves you desire it, but nurturing it proves you love it.

The forest reveals what was in the seed. The hen reveals what was in the egg. The storm reveals what was in the clouds. The light reveals what was in the star. The perfume reveals what was in the flower. The honey reveals what was in the bee. The fruit reveals what was in the tree. The rose reveals what was in the thorn. The web reveals what was in the spider. The butterfly reveals what was in the caterpillar. The venom reveals what was in the serpent. The pearl reveals what was in the oyster. The diamond reveals what was in the rock. The flame reveals what was in the spark. The nest reveals what was in the bird. The roar reveals what was in the lion. The leaf reveals what was in the plant. The fire reveals what was in the wood. The droplet reveals what was in the ocean. The rainbow reveals what was in the storm. The ocean reveals what was in the shark. The desert reveals what was in the camel. The sky reveals what was in the eagle. The jungle reveals what was in the elephant. The team reveals what was in the coach. The flock reveals what was in the shepherd. The crew reveals what was in the captain. The army reveals what was in the general. The tower reveals what was in the architect. The sculpture reveals what was in the sculptor. The painting reveals what was in the painter. The symphony reveals what was in the composer. The sensation reveals what was in the body. The tongue reveals what was in the mind. The action reveals what was in the heart. The character reveals what was in the soul. Spring reveals what was in winter. Summer reveals what was in spring. Autumn reveals what was in summer. Summer reveals what was in spring. The past reveals what was in the beginning. The present reveals what was in the past. The future reveals what was in the present. The afterlife reveals what was in the future.

Where others only see coal, I see diamonds. Where others only see clouds, I see sunshine. Where others only see storms, I see rainbows. Where others only see thorns, I see roses. Where others only see seeds, I see harvests. Where others only see catapillars, I see butterflies. Where others only see cubs, I see lions. Where others only see darkness, I see stars. Where others only see wood, I see fire. Where others only see sparks, I see flames. Where others only see winters, I see summers. Where others only see frowns, I see smiles. Where others only see sorrows, I see joys. Where others only see nights, I sees days. Where others only see burdens, I see blessings. Where others only see hindrances, I see helpers. Where others only see enemies, I sees friends. Where others only see choas, I sees opportunity. Where others only see losses, I see gains. Where others only see crosses, I sees crowns. Where others only see warriors, I see generals. Where others only see learners, I see teachers. Where others only see followers, I see leaders. Where others only see scholars, I see professors. Where others only see soldiers, I sees commanders. Where others only see preachers, I see popes. Where others only see priests, I see prophets. Where others only see lawyers, I see judges. Where others only see students, I see masters. Where others only see outlaws, I see conquerors.

The more you love roses the more you must bear with thorns. The more you love honey the more you must bear with bees. The more you love plants the more you must bear with soil. The more you love fruits the more you must bear with trees. The more you love forests the more you must bear with wolves. The more you love jungles the more you must bear with lions. The more you love wildernesses the more you must bear with beasts. The more you love sharks the more you must bear with oceans. The more you love rainbows the more you must bear with storms. The more you love summer the more you must bear with heat. The more you love winter the more you must bear with cold. The more you love light the more you must bear with darkness. The more you love space the more you must bear with clutter. The more you love order the more you must bear with chaos. The more you love silence the more you must bear with sound. The more you love truth the more you must bear with opinions. The more you love proof the more you must bear with suspicion. The more you love existence the more you must bear with oblivion. The more you love life the more you must bear with death. The more you love beginnings the more you must bear with endings. The more you love science the more you must bear with curiosity. The more you love nature the more you must bear with technology. The more you love faith the more you must bear with reality. The more you love time the more you must bear with mortality.

As a rose is beautiful despite its thorns, you are beautiful despite your flaws.

He who teaches you how to plant has given you more than he who has given you a hundred roses.

He who teaches you how to tend a garden has given you more than he who has given you a hundred roses.

Though roses have thorns, they are still worth more than daises.

As a rose blossoms despite being surrounded by thorns, bloom despite being surrounded by troubles.

A rose does not cease to be a flower because it lost one petal.

Not even thorns can stop roses from being beautiful.

As roses beautify gardens, love beautifies the world.

A bundle of roses brings a bundle of joy.

Love is a rose whose petals never wither.

Roses do not bloom to earn praise, but do so to decorate the universe.

Kindness is a rose, love is a bundle.

Roses bloom whether you praise them or not.

Thorns do not stop the rose from being picked.

Love in your heart is better than roses in your hand.

Roses have thorns but are worth more than daises.

Thorns do not diminish a rose’s beauty.

If roses tried to be sunflowers, they would lose their beauty; and if sunflowers tried to be roses, they would lose their strength. Always be yourself.

If roses bloom in dirt, you can blossom in ugly situations.

One who loves roses cannot avoid its thorns.

No matter how beautiful a rose is it must still grow in dirt.

The greater the number of roses you grow the greater the number of thorns you contend with.

A rose struggling in a desert is still braver than a flower flourishing in a rain forest.