More than any other flower, the rose have long been a source of fascination and inspiration for cultures around the world. The rose has captivated and enchanted man's imaginations. Poets and writers from different cultures have been inspired by the beauty and fragrance of the rose, the association of the rose with beauty, romance and perfection dates back to some of the earliest societies and continues to this day.
What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet.
You are responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Life is a rose,
beware of the thorns.
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it's scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Therese of Lisieux
A thorn defends the rose,
harming only those who would steal the blossom.
Man is harder than iron,
stronger than stone
and more fragile than a rose.
Gather the rose of love
whilst yet is time.
But he that dares
not grasp the thorn.
Should never crave the rose.
The optimist sees the rose
and not its thorns;
the pessimist stares at the thorns,
oblivious to the rose.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you -- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never smell the perfume.
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem for that sweet odour which doth in it live.
I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.
A single rose can be my garden,
a single friend my world.
Marriage is like life
it is a field of battle,
not a bed of roses.
Robert Louis Stevenson
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
Thorns and roses grow on the same tree.
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose,
that's newly sprung in June;
Oh, my love is like the melody,
that's sweetly played in tune.
O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Songs of Innocence and Experience