In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love.
A rose is an argument. It proclaims the triumph of beauty over brutality, of gentleness over violence, of the ephemeral over the lasting, and of the universal over the particular. The same rose bursts into bloom on the North Cape and in the Sahara desert.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2. 2.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
It's a rare man that understands the value of a perfect rose.
Mary Alice Young, Character in TV series Desperate Housewives
Goodbye English rose, May you never grow old in our hearts.
Elton John, Candle in the Wind, song tribute to Princess Diana.
Far-off, most secret and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours.
William Butler Yeats, The Secret Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune!
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.