“For a child, parents’ warning is like a rose blooming in the brain; it opens with difficulty and fades quickly.”
“She prunes the idea away like a faded rose blossom, and quickly discards it as if the thorns might puncture her resolve.”
“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.”
“A flower can't choose the place where it blooms, and a child can't choose the parents she's born to”
“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?”
“It quickly becomes clear that having a child in France doesn't require choosing a parenting philsophy.”