“Honeymoon is over, roses on the floor, screaming out accusing, calling me a whore. Your words are shaking me, giving me whiplash. We're on a trampoline and soon we're gonna crash.”— Jaira Burns, open.spotify.com
“My roses are like bones in a desert.”— Kathryn Borel, Sam Brenner, Roger The Alien, Seth MacFarlane, imdb.com
“A red rose absorbs all colors but red; red is therefore the one color that it is not.”— Aleister Crowley, amazon.com
“You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.”— Norm Kelly, twitter.com
“A rose is a rose, except here. Here it has to mean something. It's beautiful.”— Margaret Atwood, Offred (June Osborne), Elisabeth Moss, imdb.com
“Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it's your last, or do you save your money on the chance you'll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow d…”— Nora Ephron, books.google.com
“A younger woman receives a dozen red roses. . . A much older woman and a much younger woman are sitting on the front porch when all of a sudden the younger woman looked up and saw her husband coming towards her with a dozen red roses. Disgusted, she said to her friend, "Well it looks like I'll be up…”— ColeMiner99, reddit.com
“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.”— Francesca Lia Block, amazon.com
“Sometimes people become roses. You love them, but it hurts to hold on.”— Brittany Atkins, instagram.com
“Buy a few roses. Place them in places you know your Valentine visits throughout the day.”— Laura, holidappy.com
“It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen’s case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of somebody else’s thorns in addition to his own.”— Charles Dickens, amazon.com