God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
—J. M. Barrie
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
—Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.