Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.
- John Lancaster Spalding
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
- William Shakespeare
flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them.
- Chinese proverb