Quotes about Roses & Thorns

But ne’re the Rose without the Thorn. ~Robert Herrick (d.1674), “The Rose”

Let the rose be neighbour with the thorn. ~John Flavel (d.1691)

HEY, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn…
~Sidney Lanier, “A Song of Love,” 1884

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses. ~Henry Van Dyke

Tho’ I fancy’d the rose, yet I dreaded the thorn. ~English song, 1700s

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. ~Rumi

I see what crosses my attempt will bring;
I know what thorns the growing rose defends;
I think the honey guarded with a sting…
~William Shakespeare, Rape of Lucrece, 1594

The rose has its thorn, the peach its worm. ~Thomas Chandler Haliburton (1796–1865)

Folly no rose (such is the curse)
Without a thorn bestows;
But Wisdom can the doom reverse,
And give each thorn a rose.
~Miss S. M., “On Seeing Some Bees at Work,” 1700s

He repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. ~Francis Quarles (1592–1644)

On all her breezes borne,
Earth yields no scents like those;
But he that dares not grasp the thorn,
Should never crave the rose.
~Anne Brontë (1820–1849), “The Narrow Way,” Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, 1846

Hath not thy rose a thorn…? ~William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part I (II, 4), 1592

Let us try to see things from their better side:
You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes;
Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods
That thorns have roses.
~Quoted by Alphonse Karr, 1853, see quoteinvestigator.com/2013/11/16/rose-thorn

“That’s all very well,” exclaimed the Zankiwank. “Roses are always delightful, especially the Cabbage Roses, because you can eat them for breakfast, but every rose has its drawback…. Ho! and its thorn,” he added, dancing with pain, for at that moment several rose bushes he was passing by gave him a good pricking. ~S.J. Adair Fitz-Gerald (1859–1925), The Zankiwank & The Bletherwitch, 1896

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud…
~William Shakespeare, 1609