“I snipped off the stem and took a knee."For you, my love. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet as your feet."Jules smacked me on the back of the head.”
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
“I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.”
“What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.”
“What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.”
“I still hung onto the hope that my broken knight would gallop back into my life and sweep me off my feet.”