Life is a rose; beware of the thorns.

Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.

Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere.

Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.

Discipline trains you to put up with disappointments, every rose has a thorn.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

LIFE is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless.

Be a rose which gives fragrance even to those who crushes it.

The history of the world is full of men who rose to leadership, by sheer force of self-confidence, bravery and tenacity.”

If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.

The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies.

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