A rose that will never wilt or need to be watered.
O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet:
William Shakespeare “Romeo & Juliet”
A rose is a rose by any other name!
There are those who only feel the thorns and not the beauty of a rose.
A rose reminds me of this and reminds me to keep a positive attitude.
To me the rose is a symbol of life, life that can be only as good as I make it.
Whenever I paint flowers, the magic of nature springs forth; comes to mind.
Roses last but a short while; to fade, fall, to die, too bloom again in the coming spring.
Existence, life, the mystery surrounds us all; look, take time and smell the roses!
There’s a mystery to be revealed within the rose:
Revealed for those who grow, flower and blossom, like the rose.