There is no rose without thorns.

Wait for the fruit to fall into your hand.

The needle rocked awkwardly and at the end of her beginning rows, Isabel held up her work to show Esperanza. "Mine is all crooked!" Esperanza smiled and reached over and gently pulled the yarn, unraveling the uneven stitches. Then she looked into Isabel's trusting eyes and said, "Do not ever be afraid to start over.

This is what you learned in college," the narrator tells you early on. "A man desires the satisfaction of his desire; a woman desires the condition of desiring.

Oh Esperanza!' said Isabel, jumping up and down and clapping.'I think my heart is dancing.

There is no rose without thorns.

You never have to get over it you just have to get on with it.