“A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks:“Aren’t you tired of waiting?”“Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.”

“we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how”

“I don't need rose petals and moonshine. It's three in the afternoon on a Thursday, and I will die if you don't kiss me.”

“The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.”

“Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak. -Adrian to Rose”

“and I rose up, and knew that I was tired, and continued my journey”