I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

When you tame someone they become unique to you in all the world

Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.