There are a lot of bands that have a huge appeal, but I don’t understand why. Guns n’ Roses. U2. But you know, that’s just my thing. Music is pretty personal.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather, who I was very close to, used to grow yellow roses. He had yellow roses growing all the way up his drive.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Who’s the new Ramones, who’s the new Guns ‘N Roses, who’s the new Motley Crue, who’s the new Black Sabbath? They’re coming, they’re on the street, they’re 16, 17 years old.
One of the main dilemmas that’s pretty common to a lot of people who are getting older is the idea that maybe there’s a finish line and that maybe there’s a time in your life when you start to slow down and stop and smell the roses and just kind of settle into what will be a comfortable period in your life.
I happen to be a pessimist, and maybe that’s a good thing because I don’t stop to smell the roses – which is not a good personal thing. I don’t stop and enjoy those moments… Always on to the next and never in the moment.
We found vines of a large size, and in some cases quite loaded with grapes; we also found an abundance of roses, which appeared to be like those of Castile.
‘Death & the Roses’ came out of ideas about flagellation and guilt and from looking at Piero della Francesca’s ‘The Flagellation of Christ.’
I was a big Guns N’ Roses fan when I was seven. My friend who lived across the street had long dark curly hair and I had long blonde hair, so I’d dress up as Axl and she’d be Slash, and we’d rock out in front of the mirror singing ‘Patience.’
What I do regret is working too hard sometimes instead of really enjoying my youth. I’m trying to make an effort to stop and smell the roses now.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
When I was very young, it was Guns N’ Roses and Metallica. I’d play air guitar on my bed. They’ve been the thread throughout my life.
This is rather different from the receptions I used to get fifty years ago. They threw things at me then but they were not roses.
The guy who enters pro sports hasn’t run scared from the 7th grade on. Until he enters the pros, it’s been nothing but roses.
Maybe if you see me begging on the streets, you might find me doing The Stone Roses the next day.
I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.
A lot of people thought my career was over. If you’re not releasing records, then something must be wrong. Either the record company doesn’t like your music, or you’ve been dropped. It has to something negative. It’s not like you wanted to take a break, or want some balance, or smell the roses.
I’m the type of guy who likes to be there 24-7. I’m Mr. Roses.
Who were the biggest acts in the world in 1987? Guns N’ Roses and Metallica. I shamelessly pandered to surfers and skateboarders, and in pictures from then, you’ll see Slash and those guys wearing N.W.A stuff. If they thought it was cool, people in Kansas and Wyoming would buy it. That’s how we broached the subject.
I personally think that a bouquet of white roses is simple, chic, and surprisingly long-lasting.
Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
I’d like to walk into a room sometime and be introduced as the author of something other than that play. There’s always one thing in a career that has more impact than anything else. In my case, ‘The Subject Was Roses’ was that thing.
The hard part of writing at all is sitting your ass down in a chair and writing it. There’s always something better to do, like I’ve got an interview, sharpening the pencils, trimming the roses. There’s always something better to do. Going to a writer’s club?
I can’t have white roses. They symbolize death.
I love Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath and Guns N’ Roses and AC/DC.
And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
The only time I think I’ve ever gotten sick of playing Guns and Roses songs really was during – after having played them in Guns and Roses, and then in Snakepit, and then playing ‘It’s So Easy’ and ‘Brownstone’ in Velvet Revolver.
My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
I’d love to see the Stone Roses do a show but it won’t happen.
That is one thing about playing with Guns N’ Roses and Metallica: everyone wants to interview you.
The real shame about the ending of the Guns N’ Roses when I got kicked out wasn’t just that I got kicked out, but Slash and Axl stopped working together.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
I see The Stone Roses in ’89 as Technicolor: we were all about joy and possibilities of life.
I don’t think anyone looks into their family tree and expects it to come up smelling of roses.
Both my grandmother and mother used to wear the Red Roses cologne, and when I was 21 or 22, I smelled the same scent on a friend of mine.
Life is not always going to be roses and rainbows. You are going to have uncomfortable moments. It’s what we do with those moments that is going to count and determine our destiny.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.
The artist that had the biggest impact on me was Michael Jackson. He was my Elvis and Beatles. When I was 15, I listened to a lot of Sinatra, but my jean jacket didn’t have, ‘I love Frank’ on it, it had, ‘I love AC/DC’, ‘Guns N Roses’, ‘Pearl Jam’. I thought Eddie Vedder was the second coming.
When we look on the roses and gaiety of youth, the mournful idea of mortality is altogether alien to our thoughts. We have heard of it as a speculation and a tale, but nothing but experience can bring it home to us.
If the Age of Sport has been all champagne and roses hitherto, then expect our love affair with its newly-acquired prominence to become increasingly tainted by scandals about cheating. Sport is losing its shine and allure.
Some of the kids who discovered me from my ‘F.E.A.R.’ record or one of the U.N.K.L.E. tunes have said, ‘I don’t even like the Roses; I love your solo stuff.’ I buzz off that.
The obsessions of others are opaque to the unobsessed, and thus easy to mock. NASCAR, jazz, baseball, roses, poetry, quilts, fishing. If we’re lucky, we all have at least one.
I know politics is emotionally brutal; I’ve already had experience with the reality of smear campaigns, so I understand there will not be a path of roses laid before me.
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