“Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.”

“My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.”

“Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.”

“Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.”

“There is not only one measure of beauty, Lanore. Everyone adores the red rose, and yet it is a common sort of beauty. You are like a golden rose, a rare bloom but no less lovely.”

“Everyone will find what he's looking for. Nothing pleases everyone: this man gathers thorns, that one roses.”