... A single rose can be my garden, a single friend, my world...
Life is a Rose; beware of the thorns.
The rose speaks of love silently
In a language known only to the heart ...
Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent...
love is like a rose.
It tooks beautiful on the outside… but there is always pain hidden somewhere.
Life is like a rose garden
Watch for the thorns and keep the pest dust handy.
Thorn defends the rose, harming only
Those who would steal the blossom.
Man is harder then iron,
stronger than stone and
more fragile than a rose.
But friendship is the breathing rose
with sweets in every fold.
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.
There is nothing more difficult
for a truly creative painter.
than to paint a rose,
because before he can do so
he has first to forget
all the roses that were ever painted
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns;
the pessimist stares at the thorns
oblivious to the rose
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