“She prunes the idea away like a faded rose blossom, and quickly discards it as if the thorns might puncture her resolve.”
“Some women are like roses Ohh how beautiful you blossom Yet have too many thorns to ever be held.”
“Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.”
“I gave her roses and she blames me for the thorns”
“For a child, parents’ warning is like a rose blooming in the brain; it opens with difficulty and fades quickly.”
“Her face crashes. She hasn't dealt with a single transfusion or lumbar puncture. She wasn't allowed near me for the bone-marrow transplant, but she could have been there for any number of diagnoses, and wasn't. Even her promises to visit more often have faded away with Christmas. It's her turn to taste some reality.”