To love a rose, you must also love its thorns.
A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.     
Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.
Roses fall, but the thorns remain.
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.