A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
- William Carlos Williams
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
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.
- John Lancaster Spalding