Air Quote by John Keats

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

— Edgar Lee Masters

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

— John Dryden

Roses don't die, they return to the light.

— Mariana Fulger

“Somehow, what they'd had was already over, and she hadn't even been aware of the end. This happened with roses: it was possible to…

— Alice Hoffman

Who gathers the withered rose?

— William Faulkner

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

— Thomas More

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

— Lord Byron

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

— Francis Turner Palgrave

“Light as feathers, as fleeting as Zephyr, one moment they breathed pink, the next they faded. Cherry blossoms were as much an inspiration for…

— Alice Poon

“There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the…

— Anonymous

The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end

— T. S. Eliot

“They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.”

— L.J. Smith