“The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose.”

“Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.”

“This shitty world sometimes produces a rose
The scent of it lingers and then it just goes”

“Beauty and love pass, I know… Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses”

“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”

“You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.”

“It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.”

“Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!”

“Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!”

“Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.”