Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring, becomes the rose!


“Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?”
― Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems

the rose has told

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“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”
― Anne Brontë