What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
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 will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a Rose, For me it is my heart.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
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