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This collection holds 8 wild roses quotes, drawn from writers, leaders, artists and thinkers across the QuoteForever archive. The most quoted voices here are Louisa May Alcott, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Stephen King.

They are ordered so that each author has a say before anyone repeats, which means the first page gives you the range of the topic rather than one writer's back catalogue.

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Louisa May Alcott / Novelist

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge / Poet

A wild rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree.

Stephen King / Author

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

Francis Turner Palgrave / Poet

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

Annie Dillard / Author

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

Cathleen Schine / Author

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees, dirigible bees, plump and miniature. It was a sweet, tangled morning, and the sun rose, leisurely, in a spectacular blush.

Hal Borland / Author

Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle of partridgeberries. But they are the gem stones, the rare decorations which make the grays, the browns and the greens seem even more quiet, more completely at rest.

Wendell Berry / Novelist

THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart. Suddenly you flare again in my sight A wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only shade And I am blessed and choose again, That which I chose before.

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