"Bed of roses" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... not degrade:—"I had not the least care for the future, and I awaited the answer [as to the return of Madame de Warens to Savoy], lying out in the open air, sleeping stretched out on the ground or on some wooden bench, as tranquilly as on a bed of roses. I remember passing one delicious night outside the town [Lyons], in a road which ran by the side of either the Rhone or the Saone, I forget which of the two. Gardens raised on a terrace bordered the other side of the road. It had been very hot all day, and the evening was delightful; ...
— Rousseau - Volumes I. and II. • John Morley
... loved and guardian angel of my path, Amid the mazes of a treacherous world. Thou art the friend, with whom in smiling peace I fain would walk, to the not dreadful tomb. And now, adieu, sweet Mary! I must cease My strain; but, as a wind-strain sleeps Upon a bed of roses; so the echo Of this my strain, will find its rest ...
— Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems • James Avis Bartley
... and prepared to go into business with the old gentleman, who was a flourishing merchant, ready now to make the way smooth and smile upon his marriage with Mr West's well-endowed daughter. The only thorn in Tom's bed of roses was Nan's placid interest in his affairs, and evident relief at his disloyalty. He did not want her to suffer, but a decent amount of regret at the loss of such a lover would have gratified him; a slight melancholy, a word of reproach, a glance of ...
— Jo's Boys • Louisa May Alcott
... But they are fairy-tales. For who lives happy ever afterward? First love chloroforms us, for a time, and we try to hug to our bosoms the illusion that Heaven itself is only a sort of endless honeymoon presided over by Lohengrin marches. But the anesthetic wears away and we find that life isn't a bed of roses but a rough field that rewards us as we till it, with here and there the cornflower of happiness laughing unexpectedly up at us out of our sober acres of sober wheat. And often enough we don't know happiness when we see it. We assuredly ...
— The Prairie Child • Arthur Stringer
... the chaste advent of the moon bathed all in silver, as the sun had for twelve hours steeped all in gold, the beams of the goddess of the night played on her charming countenance without awakening her. The raven masses of her hair lay upon her flushed cheeks like midnight on a bed of roses, her long black lashes reposed on those cheeks, so surpassingly lovely with their rich carnation hues. For she dreamt of Fernand; and her vision was a happy one. Imagination played wild tricks with the shipwrecked, lonely lady, as if to recompense her for the waking realities of her sad ...
— Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf • George W. M. Reynolds
... of our adversaries, who blow hot and cold in the same breath. They denounce confession as being too hard a remedy for sin and condemn it, at the same time, as being a smooth road to heaven. In one sentence they style it a bed of roses; in the next a ...
— The Faith of Our Fathers • James Cardinal Gibbons
... pledge; But soon the Justice of the Peace Found himself often ill at ease; Pains through his gastric regions ran, Too hard even for a temperance man. Then Barry M.D., in a trice, Gave Barry J.P. an advice, After a careful diagnosis, Which placed him on a bed of roses, And eased his pains beyond description— A dose of brandy the prescription— Oft as required to be repeated— With which the learned J.P. was treated; And history affirms that he Oft took the prescribed remedy. John Cameron, oft called "Black John," Comes o'er my dream of old, as one Who should ...
— Recollections of Bytown and Its Old Inhabitants • William Pittman Lett
... good rules of the society; thee seemeth to have quitted that happy simplicity for which it hath hitherto been so remarkable. Thy rebuke, friend James, is a pretty heavy one; what motive canst thee have for thus accusing us? Thy kind wife made a mistake last evening, I said; she put me on a bed of roses, instead of a common one; I am not used to such delicacies. And is that all, friend James, that thee hast to reproach us with?—Thee wilt not call it luxury I hope? thee canst but know that it is the produce of our garden; ...
— Letters from an American Farmer • Hector St. John de Crevecoeur
... are quite mistaken," Christabel said, coolly. "For the last few years my existence has been anything but a bed of roses. And your remark, my lord, savours slightly of impertinent curiosity. I might as well ask you why your family ...
— The Crimson Blind • Fred M. White
... master, up to neck in dirt and wet, Had num'rous difficulties o'er to get; And when the snow, in flakes obscured the air, With piercing cold and winds, he felt despair; Such ills he bore, that hanging might be thought A bed of roses rather to be sought. CHANCE so arranges ev'ry thing around ALL good, or ALL that's bad is solely found; When favours flow the numbers are so great, That ev'ry wish upon us seems to wait; But, if disposed, misfortunes to bestow; ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... life, would not, with gratitude to the author, gladly do the same. With all their faults, Oliver Greenfield and Wraysford are splendid boys, of just the fibre that the Church needs, and the world cannot afford to do without; and yet their school career proves by no means a bed of roses. To drift with the current is proverbially easy; to seek to stem it manfully, and steer by the stars, may, and often does, lay one open to misapprehension or envy, and all the ills that follow in ...
— The Fifth Form at Saint Dominic's - A School Story • Talbot Baines Reed |
