An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup. Jul 04, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>