“love is like a blooming rose everyday it gets more Beauitfull”
“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?”
“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.”
“Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried.”
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”
“For a child, parents’ warning is like a rose blooming in the brain; it opens with difficulty and fades quickly.”