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
You love the roses - so do I.
I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on.
They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet, and it would be like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
- George Eliot
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
- Kozuko Okakura
If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.
- John Lancaster Spalding