The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether… — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen. — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
What is born in the spring fades in the fall. Don't pine for a beautiful corpse. This love is the rose that… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“She is a rare rose. One which blooms in the night. She hides from the world. She is tender and sensitive. You… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
