Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That ’s newly sprung in June,
Oh, my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns
flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
- Lydia M. Child
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
- Walt Whitman
Every rose has its thorn: You never find a woman without pins and needles.
- Douglas Jerrold