I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true.
The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
It is the time you have spent on your rose that makes her so important.
Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
But he that dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose.
A rose to the living is more than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.
A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.
The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it.
A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.
