I Don't Need A Bed Of Roses, Cuz Roses Wither Away.
I don't need a bed of roses, cuz roses wither away.
Life is just a bed of roses.
Life is a bed of roses, full of Pricks.
Everything's coming up roses.
Roses are red; violets are not.
Roses are red; Violets are blue. I'm schizophrenic, And so am I.
If life were a bed of roses, some people wouldn't be happy until they developed an allergy.
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns.
I am thankful thorns have roses. -- Alphonse Karr, French journali...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! -- Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) -- Requiesca...
Memory is the power to gather roses in winter.