“The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.”
“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”
“One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;/The Flower that once has blown forever dies.”
“Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins.Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.”
“I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.”
“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.”