Quote by Mary Newmarch Prescott
If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days,
I would sweeten life for you.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd walk through an endless garden of roses.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
We all become great explorers during our first few days in a new city, or a new love affair.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.