“The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;And what is love but a rose that fades?”
“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.”
“Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.”
“Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.”
“Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either”
“There's nothing quite like blood on snow. (Ernest Rose to Bronwyn McCall)”