The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
- Sir Walter Scott
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
- William Butler Yeats
God loved the flowers and invented soil. Man loved the flowers and invented vases.
- Variation of a saying by Jacques Deval
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden.
- T.S. Eliot