Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

— Anonymous

Chime out, thou little song of Spring, Float in the blue skies ravishing. Thy song-of-life a joy doth bring That's sweet, albeit fleeting. Float…

— Sidney Lanier

Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, Thou wilt not laugh at poets.

— Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

— Edmund Spenser

The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

— William C. Bryant

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

— William Carlos Williams

“The petals are the texture of his lips. The color is mine.”

— Anne Fall

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

— Walter Scott

Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared.

— Tupac Shakur

Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a…

— Bette Midler

The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a Rose, For me it is my heart.

— Frederick Peterson

“You are lovelier than all the roses in the world.”

— Avijeet Das

And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

— Robert Burns

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose…

— John Boyle O'Reilly